you of your distress and bring joy to your lodges, or I
shall live among the dogs and old women for the remainder of my days. My
friends, you saw which way my feather flew. I shall hold my shield in
that direction, and the lightning will draw a great cloud, and this
arrow, which is feathered with the quill of the white swan will make a
hole in it.

"Warriors! this opening in the lodge at my feet shows me the
medicine-men. They are seated in a circle and are crying to the Great
Spirit above who commands the sun and clouds. Three days they have sat
there. Have they done aught to relieve your distress? Om-pah tried and
failed, because on his head was the raven. It flies _above_ the storm.
War-rah-pa is the beaver, and he lives _under_ the _water_. How could he
succeed? My friends, I see you are in great distress, and nothing has
yet been done. This shield belonged to my father, the Mad Bull. It was
taken from a black cloud, which will come over us to-day. I am the son
of my father, and will surely bring you relief. I have done."

Thus flourished Wakadahme, alternately addressing the clouds and the
people.

It so chanced that as he was speaking, a small cloud appeared on the
horizon, and as it approached grew larger, until the heavens were
overcast. Then drawing his bow to its utmost tension, he let fly the
arrow, which sped up into the gathering blackness, and was lost to view.
Presently the sky was illumined with a vivid flash, and peal upon peal
of thunder followed in rapid succession. The crowd dispersed, running to
their lodges in the greatest confusion; but the great warrior who had
brought about this happy state of things remained at his post, strutting
around the apex of the lodge in all the might and majesty of his new
made glory. Even rain could not drive him away from the scene of his
triumph. There he stood, the moist cynosure of all eyes.

After this all was joy and gladness. Wakadahme was loaded down with
honors, and every chief in the tribe was anxious to have him select one
of his daughters for a wife. He accommodated six of them, but prudential
reasons interposed between him and the seventh. From this time forth he
was an honored and puissant warrior, chief, and mystery man.

Numerous amusements were indulged in by the tribe, and all had for their
end and aim some gambling operation. The youths had an exhibition of
arrow shooting which they called the "game of the arrow."

Those most distinguished in