s rich a costume as the other young men of the tribe, and on account of
not being so richly clad as they, he was looked down upon and shunned by
them. He was never invited to take part in any of their sports; nor was
he ever asked to join any of the war parties.

In the village lived an old man with an only daughter. Like the other
family, they were poor, but the daughter was the belle of the tribe. She
was the most sought after by the young men of the village, and warriors
from tribes far distant came to press their suit at winning her for
their bride. All to no purpose; she had the same answer for them as she
had for the young men of the village.

The poor young man was also very handsome despite his poor clothes, but
having never killed an enemy nor brought home any enemies' horses he was
not (according to Indian rules) allowed to make love to any young or old
woman. He tried in vain to join some of the war parties, that he might
get the chance to win his spurs as a warrior. To all his pleadings,
came the same answer: "You are not fit to join a war party. You have no
horses, and if you should get killed our tribe would be laughed at and
be made fun of as you have such poor clothes, and we don't want the
enemy to know that we have any one of our tribe who dresses so poorly as
you do."

Again, and again, he tried different parties, only to be made fun of and
insulted.

One night he sat in the poor tepee of his parents. He was in deep study
and had nothing to say. His father, noticing his melancholy mood, asked
him what had happened to cause him to be so quiet, as he was always of a
jolly disposition. The son answered and said:

"Father, I am going on the warpath alone. In vain I have tried to be
a member of one of the war parties. To all of my pleadings I have got
nothing but insults in return."

"But my son, you have no gun nor ammunition. Where can you get any and
how can you get it? We have nothing to buy one for you with," said the
father.

"I don't need any weapons. I am going to bring back some of the enemies'
horses, and I don't need a gun for that."

Early the next morning (regardless of the old couple's pleadings not
to go unarmed) the young man left the village and headed northwest, the
direction always taken by the war parties.

For ten days he traveled without seeing any signs of a camp. The evening
of the tenth day, he reached a very high butte, thickly wooded at the
summit. He ascended this but