If a person is hungry and sings a wolf song, he is likely to find food.  Men going on a hunting trip sing these songs, which bring them good luck.  The bear has very powerful medicine.  Sometimes he takes pity on people and helps them, as in the story of Mik’-api.

Some Piegans, if they wish to travel on a certain day, have the power of insuring good weather on that day.  It is supposed that they do this by singing a powerful song.  Some of the enemy can cause bad weather, when they want to steal into the camp.

People who belonged to the Sin’-o-pah band of the I-kun-uh’-kah-tsi, if they were at war in summer and wanted a storm to come up, would take some dirt and water and rub it on the kit-fox skin, and this would cause a rain-storm to come up.  In winter, snow and dirt would be rubbed on the skin and this would bring up a snow-storm.

Certain places and inanimate objects are also greatly reverenced by the Blackfeet, and presents are made to them.

The smallest of the three buttes of the Sweet Grass Hills is regarded as sacred.  “All the Indians are afraid to go there,” Four Bears once told me.  Presents are sometimes thrown into the Missouri River, though these are not offerings made directly to the stream, but are given to the Under Water People, who live in it.

Mention has already been made of the buffalo rock, which gives its owner the power to call the buffalo.

Another sacred object is the medicine rock of the Marias.  It is a huge boulder of reddish sandstone, two-thirds the way up a steep hill on the north bank of the Marias River, about five miles from Fort Conrad.  Formerly, this rock rested on the top of the bluff, but, as the soil about it is worn away by the wind and the rain, it is slowly moving down the hill.  The Indians believe it to be alive, and make presents to it.  When I first visited it, the ground about it was strewn with decaying remnants of offerings that had been made to it in the past.  Among these I noticed, besides fragments of clothing, eagle feathers, a steel finger ring, brass ear-rings, and a little bottle made of two copper cartridge cases.

Down on Milk River, east of the Sweet Grass Hills, is another medicine rock.  It is shaped something like a man’s body, and looks like a person sitting on top of the bluff.  Whenever the Blackfeet pass this rock, they make presents to it.  Sometimes, when they give it an article of clothing, they put it on the rock, “and then,” as one of them once said to me, “when you look at it, it seems more than ever like a person.”  Down in the big bend of the Milk River, opposite the eastern end of the Little Rocky Mountains, lying on the prairie, is a great gray boulder, which is shaped like a buffalo bull lying down.  This is greatly reverenced by all Plains Indians, Blackfeet included, and they make presents to it.  Many other examples of similar character might be given.