the buffalo got about opposite
him, he let his arrow fly. The buffalo bounded high in the air and came
down with all four feet drawn together under its body, the red arrow
having passed clear through the animal, piercing the buffalo's heart. A
loud cheer went up from the village.

"You shall use the hide for your bed," said the chief to White Plume.
Next came a cry, "the eagle, the eagle." From the north came an enormous
red eagle. So strong was he, that as he soared through the air his wings
made a humming sound as the rumble of distant thunder. On he came, and
just as he circled the tent of the chief, White Plume bent his bow, with
all his strength drew the arrow back to the flint point, and sent the
blue arrow on its mission of death. So swiftly had the arrow passed
through the eagle's body that, thinking White Plume had missed, a great
wail went up from the crowd, but when they saw the eagle stop in his
flight, give a few flaps of his wings, and then fall with a heavy thud
into the center of the village, there was a greater cheer than before.
"The red eagle shall be used to decorate the seat of honor in your
tepee," said the chief to White Plume. Last came the white rabbit. "Aim
good, aim good, son-in-law," said the chief. "If you kill him you will
have his skin for a rug." Along came the white rabbit, and White Plume
sent his arrow in search of rabbit's heart, which it found, and stopped
Mr. Rabbit's tricks forever.

The chief then called all of the people together and before them all
took a hundred willows and broke them one at a time over Unktomi's back.
Then he turned him loose. Unktomi, being so ashamed, ran off into the
woods and hid in the deepest and darkest corner he could find. This is
why Unktomis (spiders) are always found in dark corners, and anyone who
is deceitful or untruthful is called a descendant of the Unktomi tribe.

STORY OF PRETTY FEATHERED FOREHEAD

There was once a baby boy who came into the world with a small cluster
of different colored feathers grown fast to his forehead. From this he
derived his name, "Pretty Feathered Forehead." He was a very pleasant
boy as well as handsome, and he had the respect of the whole tribe. When
he had grown up to be a young man, he never, like other young men, made
love to any of the tribe's beauties. Although they were madly in love
with him, he never noticed any of them. There were many handsome girls
in the different camps, but he passed them