her fire, was watching every motion he was
making. The hand slowly withdrew, and as the footsteps slowly died
away, there rang out on the still night air the deep fierce howl of the
prairie wolf. (This imitation of a prairie wolf is the signal to the war
party that an enemy has been discovered by the scout whom they have sent
out in advance). At once she aroused her husband and children. Annoyed
at being so unceremoniously disturbed from his deep sleep, the husband
crossly asked why she had awakened him so roughly. The wife explained
what she had seen and heard. She at once pinned an old blanket around
the crane's shoulders and an old piece of buffalo hide on his head for a
hat or head covering. Heaping piles of wood onto the fire she instructed
him to run around outside of the hut until the family returned, as they
were going to see if they could find some roots to mix up with the fat.
Hurriedly she tied her blanket around her middle, put her baby inside of
it, and then grabbed her three year old son and packed him on her back.
The father also hurriedly packed the next two and the older boy took
care of himself.

Immediately upon leaving the tent they took three different directions,
to meet again on the high hill west of their home. The reflection from
the fire in the tent disclosed to them the poor pet crane running around
the tent. It looked exactly like a child with its blanket and hat on.

Suddenly there rang out a score of shots and war whoops of the dreaded
Crow Indians. Finding the tent deserted they disgustedly filed off and
were swallowed up in the darkness of the deep forest.

The next morning the family returned to see what had become of their pet
crane. There, riddled to pieces, lay the poor bird who had given up his
life to save his dear friends.

WHITE PLUME

There once lived a young couple who were very happy. The young man was
noted throughout the whole nation for his accuracy with the bow and
arrow, and was given the title of "Dead Shot," or "He who never
misses his mark," and the young woman, noted for her beauty, was named
Beautiful Dove.

One day a stork paid this happy couple a visit and left them a fine big
boy. The boy cried "Ina, ina" (mother, mother). "Listen to our son,"
said the mother, "he can speak, and hasn't he a sweet voice?" "Yes,"
said the father, "it will not be long before he will be able to walk."
He set to work making some arrows, and a fine hickory bow for his so