ise. They told
him he had been away a year.

For some days he went around very quietly; then he began to forget his
dream. After a while he could hardly remember it at all.

In a few months, he married one of the maidens of the tribe. That
night he went out of his father's lodge, and was never seen again.

It is said that the spirit maiden had drawn him back to her home in the
sky.

BIG CHIEF'S CONQUEST

Once in the long ago there lived a great warrior named Milkanops. He
lived in a land of high, rocky mountains, and to the far north there
lived a tribe of fierce, warlike Indians who were the enemies of his
tribe. Many battles were fought between the two tribes, but Milkanops
always won. At last, one autumn day, they fought from sunrise to
sunset, and although Milkanops won the victory once more, he received
his death wound. The poisoned arrow pierced his side just as the
battle was won.

His warriors carried him to his lodge and laid him on his couch of
deerskins.

"Send for my son," he told them. "Send for Aseelkwa." At once they
brought the young warrior to his father's side.

"My boy," said the dying chief, "I have been called to the happy
hunting ground, and soon my spirit will be wandering with the happy
ones there. Before I go, I wish to ask one thing of you. Promise me
that you will not be a warrior as I have been, but will live to be a
great chief, for that is what your name means,--Aseelkwa, Big Chief.
Yonder to the north are enemies, and they will want you to go to war
with them, as I have done many times. Do not listen to their
challenges, but try to keep peace between the tribes and make your
tribe great and good, rather than strong and warlike."

The young boy, weeping, promised his father to obey his commands, and
not long after, the spirit of Milkanops started on its journey to the
happy hunting ground.

As the months went by the enemies of Aseelkwa made many attempts to
engage in war with him and his tribe, but to all of these challenges he
gave no reply. A few years went by, and now the young boy was a
full-grown warrior, but he did not call himself one. To all who spoke
of him as a warrior, he would make answer that he was a chief and would
not engage in battle. His enemies could not entice him, so they said
he was a coward, and taunted him and said he was afraid to fight them.

One day one of the wise men came to Aseelkwa and said, "Oh, Big Chief,
Hahola, the Rattl