[Footnote 1:  Yellowstone River.]

“No,” replied Owl Bear, “I will not turn back.”

Then they were going to seize him and tie his hands, for they had talked of this before.  They thought to tie him and make him go back with them.  Then the chief got very angry.  He put an arrow on his bow, and said:  “Do not touch me.  You are my relations; but if any of you try to tie me, I will kill you.  Now I am ashamed.  My relations are cowards and will turn back.  I have told you I have always dreamed good, and that we would have good luck.  Now I don’t care; I am covered with shame.  I am going now to the Snake camp and will give them my body.  I am ashamed.  Go! go! and when you get home put on women’s dresses.  You are no longer men.”

They said no more.  They turned back homeward, and the chief was all alone.  His heart was very sad as he travelled on, and he was much ashamed, for his relations had left him.

II

Night was coming on.  The sun had set and rain was beginning to fall.  Owl Bear looked around for some place where he could sleep dry.  Close by he saw a hole in the rocks.  He got down on his hands and knees and crept in.  Here it was very dark.  He could see nothing, so he crept very slowly, feeling as he went.  All at once his hand touched something strange.  He felt of it.  It was a person’s foot, and there was a moccasin on it.  He stopped, and sat still.  Then he felt a little further.  Yes, it was a person’s leg.  He could feel the cowskin legging.  Now he did not know what to do.  He thought perhaps it was a dead person; and again, he thought it might be one of his relations, who had become ashamed and turned back after him.

Pretty soon he put his hand on the leg again and felt along up.  He touched the person’s belly.  It was warm.  He felt of the breast, and could feel it rise and fall as the breath came and went; and the heart was beating fast.  Still the person did not move.  Maybe he was afraid.  Perhaps he thought that was a ghost feeling of him.

Owl Bear now knew this person was not dead.  He thought he would try if he could learn who the man was, for he was not afraid.  His heart was sad.  His people and his relations had left him, and he had made up his mind to give his body to the Snakes.  So he began and felt all over the man,—­of his face, hair, robe, leggings, belt, weapons; and by and by he stopped feeling of him.  He could not tell whether it was one of his people or not.

Pretty soon the strange person sat up and felt all over Owl Bear; and when he had finished, he took the Piegan’s hand and opened it and held it up, waving it from side to side, saying by signs, “Who are you?”

Owl Bear put his closed hand against the person’s cheek and rubbed it; he said in signs, “Piegan!” and then he asked the person who he was.  A finger was placed against his breast and moved across it zigzag.  It was the sign for “Snake.”