During the night, he sings his eagle songs and burns sweet grass for the eagles, rubbing the smoke over his own body to purify himself, so that on the morrow he will give out no scent.  Before day he leaves his lodge without eating or drinking, goes to the pit and lies down in it.  He uncovers the bait, arranges the roof, and sits there all day holding the rope.  Crows and other birds alight by the bait and peck at it, but he pays no attention to them.

The eagle, sailing about high in air, sees the bait, and settles down slowly.  It takes it a long time to make up its mind to come to the bait.  In the pit, the man can hear the sound of the eagle coming.  When the bird settles on the ground, it does not alight on the bait, but at one side of it, striking the ground with a thud—­heavily.  The man never mistakes anything else for that sound.  The eagle walks toward the bait, and all the other birds fly away.  It walks on to the roof; and, through the crevices that have been left between the sticks, the man can see in which direction the bird’s head is.  He carefully pushes the stick aside and, reaching out, grasps the eagle by the two feet.  The bird does not struggle much.  It is drawn down into the pit, and the man wrings its neck.  Then the opening is closed, and the roof arranged as before.  So the man waits and catches the eagles that come through the day.  Sometimes he sits all day and gets nothing; again he may get eight or ten in a day.

When darkness comes, the man leaves his hiding-place, takes his eagles, and goes home.  He carries the birds to a special lodge, prepared outside of the camp, which is called the eagles’ lodge.  He places them on the ground in a row, and raises their heads, resting them on a stick laid in front of the row.  In the mouth of each one is put a piece of pemmican, so that they may not be afraid of the people.  The object of feeding the eagles is that their spirits may tell other eagles how they are being treated—­that they are being fed by the people.  In the lodge is a human skull, and they pray to it, asking the ghost to help them get the eagles.

It is said that in one pit, once, forty eagles were killed in a day.  The larger hawks were caught, as well as eagles, though the latter were the most highly valued.  Five eagles used to be worth a good horse, a valuation which shows that, in the Blackfoot country, eagles were more plenty, or horses more valuable, than farther south, where, in old times, two eagles would purchase a horse.

OTHER GAME

They had no special means of capturing deer in any numbers.  These were usually killed singly.  The hunters used to creep up on elk and deer in the brush, and when they had come close to them, they could drive even their stone-pointed arrows deep in the flesh.  Often their game was killed dead on the spot, but if not, they left it alone until the next day, when, on going back to the place, it was usually found near by, either dead or so desperately wounded that they could secure it.