a war party.  It is only a few days since we left, and there was then no talk of their leaving that camp.  It cannot be they.”  The two young men said:  “Yes, they are our people.  There are too many of them for a war party.  We think that the whole camp is there.”  They discussed this for some little time, E-k[=u]s’-kini insisting that it could not be the Blackfoot camp, while the young men felt sure that it was.  These two men said, “Well, we are going on into the camp now.”  Low Horn said:  “Well, you may go.  Tell my father that I will come into the camp to-night.  I do not like to go in in the daytime, when I am not bringing back anything with me.”

It was now late in the afternoon, and the two young men went ahead toward the camp, travelling on slowly.  A little after sundown, they came down the hill on to the flat of the river, and saw there the camp.  They walked down toward it, to the edge of the stream, and there met two women, who had come down after water.  The men spoke to them in Sarcee, and said, “Where is the Sarcee camp?” The women did not understand them, so they spoke again, and asked the same question in Blackfoot.  Then these two women called out in the Cree language, “Here are two Blackfeet, who have come here and are talking to us.”  When these men heard the women talk Cree, and saw what a mistake they had made, they turned and ran away up the creek.  They ran up above camp a short distance, to a place where a few willow bushes were hanging over the stream, and pushing through these, they hid under the bank, and the willows above concealed them.  The people in the camp came rushing out, and men ran up the creek, and down, and looked everywhere for the two enemies, but could find nothing of them.

Now when these people were running in all directions, hunting for these two men, E-k[=u]s’-kini was coming down the valley slowly with the four other Sarcees.  He saw some Indians coming toward him, and supposed that they were some of his own people, coming to meet him, with horses for him to ride.  At length, when they were close to him, and E-k[=u]s’-kini could see that they were the enemy, and were taking the covers off their guns, he jumped to one side and stood alone and began to sing his war song.  He called out, “Children of the Crees, if you have come to try my manhood, do your best.”  In a moment or two he was surrounded, and they were shooting at him from all directions.  He called out again, “People, you can’t kill me here, but I will take my body to your camp, and there you shall kill me.”  So he advanced, fighting his way toward the Cree camp, but before he started, he killed two of the Crees there.  His enemies kept coming up and clustering about him:  some were on foot and some on horseback.  They were thick about him on all sides, and they could not shoot much at him, for fear of killing their own people on the other side.