When he had finished singing and dancing, he gave the stick to the man, and said:  “Take it with you, and when you have returned to your people, you shall say:  Now there are already the Bulls, and he who is the Raven chief says:  ’There shall be more, there shall be the I-kun-uh’-kah-tsi, so that the people may survive, and of them shall be the Raven carriers.’  You will call a council of the chiefs and wise old men, and they will choose the persons.  Teach them the song and the dance, and give them the medicine.  It shall be theirs forever.”

Soon they heard another person shouting for a feast, and, going, they entered the lodge of the Sin-o-pah chief.  Here, too, were the old men assembled.  After they had eaten of that set before them, the chief said:  “Those among whom you are newly arrived are generous.  They do not look at their possessions, but give to the stranger and pity the poor.  The Kit-fox is a little animal, but what one is smarter?  None.  His hair is like the dead prairie grass.  His eyes are sharp, his feet noiseless, his brain cunning.  His ears receive the far-off sound.  Here is our medicine, take it.”  And he gave the stick.  It was long, crooked at one end, wound with fur, and tied here and there to it were eagle feathers.  At the end was a fox’s skin.  Again the chief said:  “Hear our song.  Do not forget it; and the dance, too, you must remember.  When you get home, teach them to the people.”

Again they heard the feast shout, and he who called was the Bear chief.  Now when they had smoked, the chief said:  “What say you, friend Wolf?  Shall we give our new friend something?”

“As you say,” replied the Wolf.  “It is yours to give.”

Then said the Bear:  “There are many animals, and some of them are powerful.  But the Bear is the strongest and bravest of all.  He fears nothing, and is always ready to fight.”  Then he put on a necklace of bear claws, a belt of bear fur, and around his head a band of the fur; and sang and danced.  When he had finished, he gave them to the man, saying:  “Teach the people our song and dance, and give them this medicine.  It is powerful.”

It was now very late.  The Seven Persons had arrived at midnight, yet again they heard the feast shout from the far end of camp.  In this lodge the men were painted with streaks of red and their hair was all brushed to one side.  After the feast the chief said:  “We are different from all the others here.  We are called the Mut-siks[1] We are death.  We know not fear.  Even if our enemies are in number like the grass, we do not turn away, but fight and conquer.  Bows are good weapons.  Spears are better, but our weapon is the knife.”  Then the chief sang and danced, and afterwards he gave the Wolf’s friend the medicine.  It was a long knife, and many scalps were tied on the handle.  “This,” he said, “is for the I-kun-uh’-kah-tsi.”

[Footnote 1:  Brave, courageous.]