Before his spirit started for the Sand Hills he saw that with a large knife she cut up his body and put the pieces into a pot.  Soon they were well cooked and the old woman and the two bears feasted on his flesh.

They threw his bones out of the door, where they fell among many others like them.  The ground was strewn with the bones of the persons she had trapped and killed.

Day by day other persons disappeared from the winter camp, and more and more bones whitened on the ground outside the stone lodge on the river bank.

As Cold Maker was bringing the snow to the Blackfeet winter camp, he passed the Sand Hills.  Lone Feather and other ghosts from the Blackfeet tribe were telling each other how the old woman had sent them there.  Cold Maker heard their stories and he was angry.

When he reached the camp he went to the lodge of Broken Bow—­a brave young man, but very poor.

He shivered when Cold Maker entered his lodge and drew his ragged robe about him.  They were close friends.

“Would you like to have a new robe?” asked Cold Maker.

“Yes,” said Broken Bow.

“Come with me.  You may kill two grizzly bears,” said Cold Maker.

“My bow is broken.  I cannot,” said Broken Bow sadly.

“I will help you.  Bring only a knife.”

Together they went from the lodges toward the north.  The sun was already hidden behind the nearby hills.

After they had travelled some distance they heard the sound of voices.  They listened.  Two bears were complaining that they wanted meat.  A woman told them they must wait.  The men saw the line of thin blue smoke rising from the top of the lodge of stone.  All about whitening bones covered the ground.  They went nearer.

Soon an old woman, bent with age and crippled, came from the door and smiled as she saw the two persons coming.

“Come in and rest,” she said.  Broken Bow did not understand her language, but Cold Maker, who understands all tribes, said, “We are cold.  Will you let us sit by your fire?”

The old woman smiled again.

“You are welcome,” she said; “come in.  Do not fear my bears.  They are friendly.  They will not harm you.”  The two friends entered the lodge, where a smouldering fire sent a feeble smoke up to the smoke hole, that was partly open.  She put fresh wood on the fire and said, “I will open the smoke hole wider,” and went out, dropping the door covering as she went.

Then she closed the smoke hole.  The smoke began to fill the top of the lodge.  It settled lower and lower.  Broken Bow was afraid.

“Give me your pipe,” said Cold Maker.

Broken Bow filled his pipe and, handed it to him.  He lighted it by a brand from the fire, and sent great puffs of smoke curling upward.  This smoke met the other smoke and stopped it.  It could not descend any lower.

Broken Bow saw the wonderful medicine of his friend.  He was no longer afraid, but wondered what Cold Maker would do next.  The grizzly bears growled low.