The boy rode on a little further, stopped, and jumped off his horse, while the rest of the Blackfeet had come up and were killing the fallen man.  He stood off to one side and watched them count coup on and scalp the dead.

The Blackfeet were much surprised at what the young man had done.  After a little while, the leader decided that they would go back to the camp from which they had come.  When he had returned from this war journey this young man’s name was changed from A’-tsi-tsi to E-k[=u]s’-kini (Low Horn).  This was his first war path.

From that time on the name of E-k[=u]s’-kini was often heard as that of one doing some great deed.

II

E-k[=u]s’-kini started on his last war trail from the Black-foot crossing (Su-yoh-pah’-wah-ku).  He led a party of six Sarcees.  He was the seventh man.

On the second day out, they came to the Red Deer’s River.  When they reached this river, they found it very high, so they built a raft to cross on.  They camped on the other side.  In crossing, most of their powder got wet.  The next morning, when they awoke, E-k[=u]s’-kini said:  “Well, trouble is coming for us.  We had better go back from here.  We started on a wrong day.  I saw in my sleep our bodies lying on the prairie, dead.”  Some of the young men said:  “Oh well, we have started, we had better go on.  Perhaps it is only a mistake.  Let us go on and try to take some horses anyhow.”  E-k[=u]s’-kini said:  “Yes, that is very true.  To go home is all foolishness; but remember that it is by your wish that we are going on.”  He wanted to go back, not on his own account, but for the sake of his young men—­to save his followers.

From there they went on and made another camp, and the next morning he said to his young men:  “Now I am sure.  I have seen it for certain.  Trouble is before us.”  They camped two nights at this place and dried some of their powder, but most of it was caked and spoilt.  He said to his young men:  “Here, let us use some sense about this.  We have no ammunition.  We cannot defend ourselves.  Let us turn back from here.”  So they started across the country for their camp.

They crossed the Red Deer’s River, and there camped again.  The next morning E-k[=u]s’-kini said:  “I feel very uneasy to-day.  Two of you go ahead on the trail and keep a close lookout.  I am afraid that to-day we are going to see our enemy.”  Two of the young men went ahead, and when they had climbed to the top of a ridge and looked over it on to Sarvis Berry (Saskatoon) Creek, they came back and told E-k[=u]s’-kini that they had seen a large camp of people over there, and that they thought it was the Piegans, Bloods, Blackfeet, and Sarcees, who had all moved over there together.  Saskatoon Creek was about twenty miles from the Blackfoot camp.  He said:  “No, it cannot be our people.  They said nothing about moving over here; it must be