hey take her back and give her to the
boy's family. The bride was bedecked with brass rings which were taken
from the tepee, but they used other rings for engagement rings after the
white man came."

In speaking of death, Two Moons said: "If the person who dies has a mother
or father or friend, they all cry, and all the things that belonged to the
boy they give away to other people. They dig a grave in between the rocks
and put the body in the ground and cover it up with dirt and rocks. They
always dig a grave for a person who dies whether they have friends or
folks. The old people believed there was a man came on earth here and
some of his children had done a lot of crime and fooling with him, and
they talked of his going up to heaven, and living there and looking down,
and that is where we will all go when we die. Also the old people
believed that that man said: 'There will be a kind of cross light up in
the sky, which will mark the path for souls on the road.' 'High White Man'
is our name for God. And it was the son of High White Man who told this,
and who created us and made everything."

"The first time the Indian saw a locomotive, he called it the Iron Horse,
and the railroad was called the Iron Road. The old people first saw what
they called white men, and they called the white man a Ground Man. I was
so young then that I did not know anything at that time. I saw some men
driving an ox team, or carrying packs on their backs and walking. When I
got older most of the people knew that these white men were good. The
first time they saw a white man they called him Drive-a-Wagon. They did
not know what they were hauling, but found out afterward that it was sugar
and coffee. I remember how pleased I was when I first saw sugar and
coffee. When I was a boy the Indians used to get the grains of coffee and
put it in a bucket and boil it, and it would never cook at all. Finally a
white man came along and took the coffee and put it in a bucket and put it
on the coals without any water, and stirred it until it turned brown, and
then he took it off and mashed it up between two stones, and that was how
we learned to make coffee. I like it, and have always liked it."

"The white man is to blame for the driving away of the buffalo." (It will
here be observed that the Indian cannot talk very long at a time without
this ever recurring subject being forced to the front.) "After the white
man had driven the buffalo