indignation of Reynal.  Our mortification was increased when we rode up to his lodge.  Here we saw his young Indian relative, the Hail-Storm, his light graceful figure on the ground in an easy attitude, while with his friend the Rabbit, who sat by his side, he was making an abundant meal from a wooden bowl of wasna, which the squaw had placed between them.  Near him lay the fresh skin of a female elk, which he had just killed among the mountains, only a mile or two from the camp.  No doubt the boy’s heart was elated with triumph, but he betrayed no sign of it.  He even seemed totally unconscious of our approach, and his handsome face had all the tranquillity of Indian self-control; a self-control which prevents the exhibition of emotion, without restraining the emotion itself.  It was about two months since I had known the Hail-Storm, and within that time his character had remarkably developed.  When I first saw him, he was just emerging from the habits and feelings of the boy into the ambition of the hunter and warrior.  He had lately killed his first deer, and this had excited his aspirations after distinction.  Since that time he had been continually in search of game, and no young hunter in the village had been so active or so fortunate as he.  It will perhaps be remembered how fearlessly he attacked the buffalo bull, as we were moving toward our camp at the Medicine-Bow Mountain.  All this success had produced a marked change in his character.  As I first remembered him he always shunned the society of the young squaws, and was extremely bashful and sheepish in their presence; but now, in the confidence of his own reputation, he began to assume the airs and the arts of a man of gallantry.  He wore his red blanket dashingly over his left shoulder, painted his cheeks every day with vermilion, and hung pendants of shells in his ears.  If I observed aright, he met with very good success in his new pursuits; still the Hail-Storm had much to accomplish before he attained the full standing of a warrior.  Gallantly as he began to bear himself among the women and girls, he still was timid and abashed in the presence of the chiefs and old men; for he had never yet killed a man, or stricken the dead body of an enemy in battle.  I have no doubt that the handsome smooth-faced boy burned with keen desire to flash his maiden scalping-knife, and I would not have encamped alone with him without watching his movements with a distrustful eye.

His elder brother, the Horse, was of a different character.  He was nothing but a lazy dandy.  He knew very well how to hunt, but preferred to live by the hunting of others.  He had no appetite for distinction, and the Hail-Storm, though a few years younger than he, already surpassed him in reputation.  He had a dark and ugly face, and he passed a great part of his time in adorning it with vermilion, and contemplating it by means of a little pocket looking-glass which I gave him.  As for the rest of the day, he divided