Weasel Heart waited for his friend as long as Fisher had waited for him, and when Fisher came out of the water it was at the place where Weasel Heart had come out.  Then the two friends went home to the camp.

When the two had come to a hill near the camp they met a young man, and by him sent word that the people should make a sweat-house for them.  After the sweat-house had been made, word was sent to them, and they entered the camp and went into the sweat-house and took a sweat, and all the time while they were sweating, sand was falling from their bodies.

Some time after that the people moved camp and went out and killed buffalo, and these two men made two lodges, and painted them just as the lodges were painted that they had seen in the river.

These two men had strong power which came to them from the Under-water People.

Once the people wished to cross the river, but the stream was deep and it was always hard for them to get across.  Often the dogs and the travois were swept away and the people lost many of their things.  At this time the tribe wished to cross, and Fisher and Weasel Heart said to each other, “The people want to cross the river, but it is high and they cannot do so.  Let us try to make a crossing, so that it will be easier for them.”  So Weasel Heart alone crossed the river and sat on the bank on the other side, and Fisher sat opposite to him on the bank where the camp was.

Then Fisher said to the people, “Pack up your things now and get ready to cross.  I will make a place where you can cross easily.”

Weasel Heart and Fisher filled their pipes and smoked, and then each started to cross the river.  As each stepped into the water, the river began to go down and the crossing grew more and more shallow.  The people with all their dogs followed close behind Fisher, as he had told them to do.  Fisher and Weasel Heart met in the middle of the river, and when they met they stepped to one side up the stream and let the people pass them.  Ever since that day this has been a shallow crossing.

These lodges came from the Under-water People—­S[=u]’y[=e]-t[)u]p’p[)i].  They were those who had owned them and who had been kind to Weasel Heart and Fisher.

MIKA’PI—­RED OLD MAN

In Montana, running into the Missouri River from the south, is a little stream that the Blackfeet call “It Fell on Them.”  Once, long, long ago, while a number of women were digging in a bank near this stream for the red earth that they used as paint, the bank gave way and fell on them, burying and killing them.  The white people call this Armell’s Creek.

It was on this stream near the mountains that the Piegans were camped when M[=i]ka’pi went to war.  This was long ago.

Early in the morning a herd of buffalo had been seen feeding on the slopes of the mountains, and some hunters went out to kill them.  Travelling carefully up the ravines, and keeping out of sight of the herd, they came close to them, near enough to shoot their arrows, and they began to kill fat cows.  But while they were doing this a war party of Snakes that had been hidden on the mountainside attacked them, and the Piegans began to run back toward their camp.