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living thing he saw was Pretty Feather's spotted horse tied to the
side of the tent。 Then he knew that she must be dead。 He rode off
into the thick brush and tied his two horses securely。 Then he came
back and entered the tepee。 There on a bed of robes lay some one
apparently dead。 The body was wrapped in blankets and robes and
bound around and around with parfleche ropes。 These he carefully
untied and unwound。 Then he unwrapped the robes and blankets and
when he uncovered the face； he saw； as he had expected to； the face
of his lost love； Pretty Feather。 As he sat gazing on her
beautiful young face； his heart ached for his poor friend。 He
himself had loved and lost this beautiful maiden； and now his
friend who had won her would have to suffer the untold grief which
he had suffered。
What was that？ Could it have been a slight quivering of the
nostrils that he had seen； or was it mad fancy playing a trick on
him？ Closer he drew to her face； watching intently for another
sign。 There it was again； only this time it was a long； deep drawn
breath。 He arose； got some water and taking a small stick slowly
forced open her mouth and poured some into it。 Then he took some
sage； dipped it into the water and sprinkled a little on her head
and face。 There were many parfleche bags piled around the tepee；
and thinking he might find some kind of medicine roots which he
could use to revive her he started opening them one after the
other。 He had opened three and was just opening the fourth； when
a voice behind him asked： 〃What are you looking for？〃 Turning
quickly； he saw Pretty Feather looking at him。 Overjoyed； he
cried； 〃What can I do so that you can get up and ride to the
village with me？ My friend and I just returned with a large band
of horses and two scalps。 We saw this tent and recognized it。
My friend wanted to come； but I would not let him； as I feared if
he found anything had happened to you he would do harm to himself；
but now he will be anxious for my return； so if you will tell me
what you need in order to revive you； I will get it； and we can
then go to my friend in the village。〃 〃At the foot of my bed you
will find a piece of eagle fat。 Build a fire and melt it for me。
I will drink it and then we can go。〃
Chaske quickly started a fire； got out the piece of fat and melted
it。 She drank it at one draught； and was about to arise when she
suddenly said： 〃Roll me up quick and take the buffalo hair rope and
tie it about my spotted horse's neck； tie his tail in a knot and
tie him to the door。 Then run and hide behind the trees。 There
are two of the enemy coming this way。〃
Chaske hurriedly obeyed her orders； and had barely concealed
himself behind the trees； when there came into view two of the
enemy。 They saw the horse tied to the door of the deserted tent；
and knew that some dead person occupied the tepee； so through
respect for the dead； they turned out and started to go through the
brush and trees； so as not to pass the door。 （The Indians consider
it a bad omen to pass by the door of a tepee occupied by a dead
body； that is； while in the enemy's country）。 So by making this
detour they traveled directly towards where Chaske was concealed
behind the tree。 Knowing that he would be discovered； and there
being two of them； he knew the only chance he had was for him to
kill one of them before they discovered him； then he stood a better
chance at an even combat。 On they came； little thinking that one
of them would in a few minutes be with his forefathers。
Chaske noiselessly slipped a cartridge into the chamber of his gun；
threw it into action and took deliberate aim at the smaller one's
breast。 A loud report rang out and the one he had aimed at threw
up his arms and fell heavily forward； shot through the heart。
Reloading quickly Chaske stepped out from behind the tree。 He
could easily have killed the other from his concealed position；
but； being a brave young man； he wanted to give his opponent a fair
chance。 The other had unslung his gun and a duel was then fought
between the two lone combatants。 They would spring from side to
side like two great cats。 Then advance one or two steps and fire。
Retreat a few steps； spring to one side and fire again。 The
bullets whistled past their heads； tore up the earth beneath their
feet； and occasionally one would hit its mark； only to cause a
flesh wound。
Suddenly the enemy aimed his gun and threw it upon the ground。 His
ammunition was exhausted； and slowly folding his arms he stood
facing his opponent； with a fearless smile upon his face； expecting
the next moment to fall dead from a bullet from the rifle of
Chaske。 Not so。 Chaske was too honorable and noble to kill an
unarmed man； and especially one who had put up such a brave fight
as had this man。 Chaske advanced and picked up the empty gun。 The
Toka （enemy） drew from a scabbard at his belt a long bowie knife；
and taking it by the point handed it； handle first； to Chaske。
This signified surrender。 Chaske scalped the dead Toka and
motioned for his prisoner to follow him。 In the meantime Pretty
Feather had gotten up and stood looking at the duel。 When she
heard the first shot she jumped up and cut a small slit in the tent
from which she saw the whole proceedings。 Knowing that one or both
of them must be wounded； she hurriedly got water and medicine
roots； and when they came to the tent she was prepared to dress
their wounds。
Chaske had a bullet through his shoulder and one through his hand。
They were very painful but not dangerous。 The prisoner had a
bullet through his leg； also one through the muscle of his left
arm。 Pretty Feather washed and dressed their wounds； and Chaske
went and brought the black and white horses and mounting Pretty
Feather upon the white horse； and the prisoner on her spotted one；
the three soon rode into the village； and there was a great cry of
joy when it was known that Pretty Feather had come back to them
again。
Hake； who was in his tent grieving； was told that his friend had
returned and with him Pretty Feather。 Hearing this good news he at
once went to the Medicine Man's tent and found the Medicine
Man busily dressing the wounds of his friend and a stranger。 The
old Medicine Man turned to Hake and said：
〃Son…in…law； take your wife home with you。 It was from grief at
your absence that she went into a trance； and we； thinking she was
dead； left her for such。 Hadn't it been for your friend here； she
would surely have been a corpse now。 So take her and keep her with
you always； and take as a present from me fifty of my best horses。〃
Hake and his beautiful bride went home； where his adopted mother
had a fine large tent put up for them。 Presents of cooking
utensils； horses； robes and finely worked shawls and moccasins came
from every direction； and last of all Chaske gave as a present to
his friend the Toka man whom he had taken as prisoner。 On
presenting him with this gift； Chaske spoke thus：
〃My friend； I present to you； that you may have him as a servant to
look after your large band of horses； this man with whom I fought
a two hours' duel； and had his ammunition lasted he would probably
have conquered me； and who gave me the second hardest fight of my
life。
The hardest fight of my life was when I gave up Pretty Feather。
You have them both。 To the Toka （enemy） be kind； and he will do
all your biddings。 To Pretty Feather be a good husband。〃
So saying； Chaske left them； and true to his word； lived the
remainder of his days a confirmed bachelor。
THE STORY OF THE PET CROW
Once upon a time there came to a large village a plague of crows。
So thick were they that the poor women were sorely tried keeping
them out of their tepees and driving them away from their lines of
jerked buffalo meat。 Indeed they got so numerous and were such a
great nuisance that the Chief finally gave orders to his camp
criers or heralds to go out among the different camps and announce
the orders of their Chief； that war should be made upon
the crows to extermination； that their nests were to be destroyed
and all eggs broken。 The war of extermination was to continue
until not a crow remained； except the youngest found was to be
brought to him alive。
For a week the war on the crows continued。 Thousands of dead crows
were brought in daily； and at the end of the week not a bird of
that species could be seen in the neighborhood。 Those that escaped
the deadly arrow of the warriors； flew away； never to return to
those parts again。
At the end of the war made upon the crows； there was brought to the
Chief's tepee the youngest found。 Indeed； so young was the bird
that it was only the great medicine of the Chief that kept him
alive until he could hop about and find his own food。 The Chief
spent most of hi