TWO-WOLVES, THE PROPHET. 157 
69. TWO-WOLVES, THE PROPHET.* 
On what we call “Stevenson Flat” is a good piece of timber. There 
the Arikara were camped a long time ago. One day everybody turned 
out on the hills some few miles away on a buffalo chase. While they 
were making preparations to go home there came up a very bad storm. 
The hunters were scattered in small groups, some fleeing with the wind, 
others heading toward their camp. ‘Two-Wolves, a rather quiet but 
good-hearted fellow, was rather slow about getting away. He was 
left all by himself in the storm. He stayed out all night and was 
missed the next night. They thought that he was a victim of the bad 
storm. His relatives mourned for him, and when the storm was over 
they set out to look around for him and to bring home their meat. 
Two-Wolves had been pitied by a Prairie-Chicken that had saved his 
life. The ruling power, Warwhti, had given him power to understand 
the speech of Thunder. The hunters met Two-Wolves coming home, 
and as they rushed up to greet him and inquire of his troubles he an- 
swered that he was all right. 
A long time after this had happened T'wo-Wolves began to prac- 
tice his power. The men began to be interested in him. He always 
had his lodge full. A few of the wonderful things that he did are 
these: Once a man named Two-Bears had a herd of ponies. They 
were badly disturbed by a horse owned by a man named Roving- 
Coyote. One day as Two-Bears was driving his herd to water, this 
horse acted very badly, cutting out the mares and chasing the horses. 
Two-Bears grew tired of the horse’s behavior and took a strong, sharp- 
pointed ash stake and threw it at him. The horse was badly injured 
by the pin and died. Roving-Coyote, wondering who could have killed 
his horse, made up his mind to find out. He took the matter to Two- 
Wolves. “Aye! I want to find out who shot my pony. I do not want 
to make any trouble, but I want to know who did it.” “Yes,” said 
Two-Wolves, “my father will be the one to decide, but I will perform 
the ceremony to him.” He called all the men together that belonged 
to his fire. He then asked the crier to call all,over the vilage: “O! 
people of this village! Two-Wolves wants the man who killed the 
horse belonging to Roving-Coyote to report to his lodge.” ‘The crier 
repeated this over and over. When all had heard he went into the 
lodge again. While the ceremony had been going on black clouds rose 
in the west, and “Ah ho! Ah ho!” was repeatedly said by Two- 
Wolves. “Now my father is coming.” He called again for the man 
to hurry, saying there was no use of secrecy and that he should know. 
*Told by Strike-Enemy. 
