“Your words are good,” replied Owl Bear.  “I too am glad we have made this peace.  You say you must go south, and I feel lonesome.  I would like you to go with us so we could camp together a long time, but as you say, so it shall be done.  To-morrow you will start south.  I too shall break camp, for I would be lonesome here without you; and the Piegans will start in the home direction.”

The lodges were being taken down and packed.  The men sat about the fireplaces, taking a last smoke together.

They were now great friends.  Many Snakes had married Piegan women, and many Piegans had married Snake women.  At last all was ready.  The great chiefs mounted their horses and started out, and soon both parties were strung out on the trail.

Some young men, however, stayed behind to gamble a while.  It was yet early in the morning, and by riding fast it would not take them long to catch up with their camps.  All day they kept playing; and sometimes the Piegans would win, and sometimes the Snakes.

It was now almost sunset.  “Let us have one horse race,” they said, “and we will stop.”  Each side had a good horse, and they ran their best; but they came in so close together it could not be told who won.  The Snakes claimed that their horse won, and the Piegans would not allow it.  So they got angry and began to quarrel, and pretty soon they began to fight and to shoot at each other, and some were killed.

Since that time the Snakes and Piegans have never been at peace.

THE LOST WOMAN

I

A long time ago the Blackfeet were camped on Backfat Creek.  There was in the camp a man who had but one wife, and he thought a great deal of her.  He never wanted to have two wives.  As time passed they had a child, a little girl.  Along toward the end of the summer, this man’s wife wanted to get some berries, and she asked her husband to take her to a certain place where berries grew, so that she could get some.  The man said to his wife:  “At this time of the year, I do not like to go to that place to pick berries.  There are always Snake or Crow war parties travelling about there.”  The woman wanted very much to go, and she coaxed her husband about it a great deal; and at last he said he would go, and they started, and many women followed them.

When they came to where the berries grew, the man said to his wife:  “There are the berries down in that ravine.  You may go down there and pick them, and I will go up on this hill and stand guard.  If I see any one coming, I will call out to you, and you must all get on your horses and run.”  So the women went down to pick berries.