aves and brothers should. Then, for
the first time also, the Comanches got some of their rifles, and others
knives. Was it good--was it bad? Who knows? Yet the lance and arrows
killed as many buffaloes as lead and black dust (powder), and the squaws
could take off the skin of a deer or a beaver without knives. How they
did it, no one knows now; but they did it, though they had not yet seen
the keen and sharp knives of the Pale-faces.

"However, it was not long time before many of the strangers tired of
remaining so far from their wigwams their chief every morning would look
for hours towards the rising of the sun, as if the eyes of his soul
could see through the immensity of the prairies; he became gloomy as a
man of dark deeds (a Medecin), and one day, with half of his men, he
began a long inland trail across prairies, swamps, and rivers, so much
did he dread to die far from his lodge. Yet he did die: not of
sickness, not of hunger, but under the knife of another Pale-face; and
he was the first one from strange countries whose bones blanched without
burial in the waste. Often the evening breeze whispers his name along
the swells of the southern plains, for he was a brave man, and no doubt
he is now smoking with his great Manitou.

"Well, he started. At that time the buffalo and the deer were
plentiful, and the men went on their trail gaily till they reached the
river of many forks (Trinity River), for they knew that every day
brought them nearer and nearer to the forts of their people, though it
was yet a long way--very long. The Pale-face chief had a son with him;
a noble youth, fair to look upon, active and strong: the Comanches loved
him. Mosh Kohta had advised him to distrust two of his own warriors;
but he was young and generous, incapable of wrong or cowardice; he would
not suspect it in others, especially among men of his own colour and
nation, who had shared his toils, his dangers, his sorrows, and his
joys.

"Now these two warriors our great chief had spoken of were men and very
greedy; they were ambitious too, and believed that, by killing their
chief and his son, they would themselves command the hand. One evening,
while they were all eating the meal of friendship, groans were heard--a
murder had been committed. The other warriors sprang up; they saw their
chief dead, and the two warriors coming towards them; their revenge was
quick--quick as that of the panther: the two base warriors were kill