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THE BOY WHO CARRIED A SCALPED-MAN INTO CAMP. 123 
41. THE BOY WHO CARRIED A SCALPED-MAN INTO CAMP.* 
In olden times the Arikara went on the war-path. They came to a 
lake where they made their camp. In the night the enemy attacked 
them, and ran them into the lake, killing all the warriors and taking 
their scalps. 
Another party of brave warriors started out from the same 
village, and went on the war-path. As they journeyed towards the 
east they came near to the lake. There they made their camp. Among 
these last warriors was a very poor young man who had joined them. 
In the night the leader asked the young men to go after some water; 
but all the young men refused. The poor boy took up the vessels 
and went down to the lake. As he tried to dip the vessel into the 
water, some one spoke close by him, and said, “Go a little beyond 
and dip up water.” The young man waded into the water, and as he 
was about to dip the water, again some one else spoke to him, and 
said: “Go beyond. Go further into the lake and get your water.” 
The young man went on into the lake, and just as he was about to 
take up the water, again some one else spoke to him, and said, “Do not 
dip up the water there, but go further into the lake to dip it.” The 
young man turned around, and said, ““Who are you that speaks to me?” 
The man said: “I am the leader who took the young men out on the 
war-path. We ran into this lake and were killed, and we were all 
scalped. All around the edge of the lake the water is colored with 
our blood, and that is why I am telling you to go further into the lake 
to dip your water.” About this time the moon appeared. The night 
was windy and cloudy, so that every once in a while the clouds passed 
over the moon and hid it. The boy looked around, and he saw sit- 
ting near him a man whose head was all bloody, and whose hands and 
feet had been cut off. He had been stabbed in several places. 
So the boy dipped his water, and said to the Scalped-Man: “I 
want to carry you upon my back to where we are camped, for the 
people will not believe me when I tell them that you were killed.” 
The Scalped-Man said, “Very well.” So the poor boy sat down 
and put the dead man upon his back. The poor boy carried the dead 
man to where the other men were. ‘The poor boy placed the Scalped- 
Man outside of the tipi. He went into the tipi with the water. 
After they had drunk the water, the poor boy told the story. 
He said that all the other warriors had been killed; that every one 
of them was scalped and was lying in the lake; that he had waded 
*Told by Standing-Bull. 
