rs with the tribe.

Once Running Wolf had made up his mind, there was not a moment to lose.
Almost before you could have believed it possible, Osikomix, the piebald
pony, had the lodge-poles fastened to his back, and the entire
family--Nikana, Dusty Star, Blue Wings and Kiopo--were on
their way, following the direction the wild geese would take when they
left the vast northern waters when the call came from the south.

Their way lay at first through the meadows of high bunch-grass that lay
beside the stream, where the alders were tinged with faint purple, and
all the willow thickets shone a fine clear red. Kiopo badly wanted to
stop and hunt mice, but Dusty Star made him clearly understand that no
loitering by the runways was possible now, and that he must keep in his
place in the procession behind Osikomix and Running Wolf.

After a while they came to the country of the cottonwoods, where the
trees were turning yellow, and where the sarvis berries were scarlet
like flame. And they reached the borders of the great southern prairies
where the low roll of the ridges seemed to have no end.

Dusty Star was very excited. He had never travelled so far on the
prairies before, nor imagined that the world could be so tremendously
big. And he knew that somewhere out in that always increasing bigness
lay the great camp for which they were bound. He had never seen such a
camp, but his mother had told him stories. He knew it was full of
people--braves, squaws, papooses--very many papooses, like
the baby-sister which Nikana was now carrying on her back. And there was
feasting and dancing, and pony-racing, and being religious, though the
last was not at all tiresome, being full of buffalo dances, and wolf
songs, and generally ending in a sarvis-berry stew. What Nikana omitted
to mention, were the huskies: so Dusty Star did not know that every
Indian camp swarmed with huskies--dogs that were half-wolves, always
hungry, always quarrelling, always ready for a fight; and--what was even
more important--_Kiopo did not know_.

At sundown, Running Wolf made his camp. The spot he had chosen was at
the foot of a low cliff, under which ran a river, which would have to be
forded before they could proceed on their journey. Running Wolf attended
to Osikomix. Dusty Star helped his mother to collect brushwood for a
fire. Kiopo went hunting along the river bank to get an evening meal.
Blue Wings was the only person who remained idle. Yet even she