well.  We remember that before very long we ourselves shall no longer be here; and then the ones who are caring for the people’s welfare will be these children that now are playing about the camps.  Their relations, therefore, talk to the children, for they want their lives to be made easier for them; and they want also to have the next generation of people wise enough to help all the people to live.  The men must hunt and go to war; the women must be good women, not foolish ones, and must be ready to work, and glad to take care of their husbands and their children.  This is one of the reasons why we like to have them play at moving the camp, harnessing the old dogs to the travois, pitching the lodges, making clothing for the dolls; while the boys play at hunting buffalo and at making war journeys against their enemies.  All are trying to learn how to live the life that our people have always lived.

My grandfather was an old man, who long before this had given up the warpath.  He spent most of his time in the camp, and he used to make speeches to the little and big boys, and give them much good advice.  Once I heard him talk to a group of boys playing near the lodge, and this is what he said:  “Listen, you boys; it is time you did something.  You sit here all day in the sun, and throw your arrows, and talk about things of the camp, but why do you not do something?  When I was a boy it was not like this; then we were always trying to steal off and follow a war party.  Some of those who did so were too little to fight; but we used to follow along, and try to help.  In this way, even though we did nothing, we learned the ways of warriors.  I do not want you boys to be lazy.  It is not a lazy man who does great things, so that he is talked about in the camp, and his name is called aloud by all the people, when the war party returns.”

[Illustration:  My grandfather ...  Long before had given up the warpath]

Lessons of the Prairie.

Once when I was a little older, I was out on the hills one day, watching the horses.  They were feeding quietly, and I lay on a hill and went to sleep.  Suddenly I was awakened by a terrible crash close to my head, and I knew that a gun had been fired close to me, and I thought that the enemy had attacked me and were killing me, and would drive off the horses.  I was badly frightened.  I sprang to my feet, and started to run to my horse, and in doing this I ran away from the camp, but before I reached the horse I heard someone laughing, and when I looked around my uncle sat there on the ground, with the smoke still coming from his gun.  He signed to me to come to him and sit down, and when I had done so, he said: