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in coming to the fight, and the men made remarks about his not making 
use of his power to fight. He came in his own time, went into the 
enemy’s field, with nothing to defend himself with but his whistle. 
The Sioux saw that no arrow or bullet could harm him, and knew that 
he was powerful. They began to retreat. They were thrown back, 
scalped and stripped of their weapons and ponies. They attempted a 
second attack, but were again thrown back. When they had been driven 
back the second time they knew that nothing could be done to destroy 
the people while Pretty-Voice was living, for he had made ‘himself 
famous. They gave up trying to fight, but came there on a friendly 
visit. 
During their visit, Pretty-Voice saw a pretty Sioux girl whom 
he thought he would take for his wife. So he went through his cere- 
mony and secured the girl. He kept her for his wife. When they had 
lived together for a long time, loving each other in their lodge, the girl 
began to question Pretty-Voice about his great power. She said she 
wanted to know how he could destroy, and she said that if she could 
be trusted to perform some duty for him she would be glad to do so. 
Pretty-Voice told all that had happened to him, and said that he could 
be killed by scraping off a little elk horn and elk hair and making a 
little incense for arrows and bullets. ‘“‘When this is done,” he said, 
“the bullets will go through me.” The Sioux girl began to get ready 
to desert her husband and to stir up her people to make another attack 
and kill Pretty-Voice. When Pretty-Voice had gone off somewhere 
she started out toward her country. 
On her arrival she told her story and stirred up her people to 
make war and kill Pretty-Voice, saying that she knew his secret. She 
collected the necessary things and started out at the head of a war- 
party. The people of Pretty-Voice were moving for their future wel- 
fare when they heard that Pretty-Voice’s wife was missing. Pretty- 
Voice knew what was going to happen. He had told his mother long 
before when in trouble with his own tribe, that if anything should 
happen to him, even if he should be torn to pieces, she must collect 
his flesh and throw him into a stream near some timber and then she 
would see him again. 
The girl camped near the village and there prepared the arrows 
and bullets as she had learned. A fierce battle began. The inhabitants 
of the village were defeated, and in a short time Pretty-Voice appeared. 
“There he comes! ‘To-day you are lost!” cried the enemy. Pretty- 
Voice started after them as usual and drove the enemy a great dis- 
tance, but his body looked like a porcupine tail with arrows. The 
