In only a short time I was running close to a yellow calf.  It ran very fast, and for a little while I could not overtake it; but then it seemed to go slower, and my horse drew up close to it.  I shot an arrow and missed it, and then another, and did not miss; the arrow went deep into it, just before the short ribs, and a moment afterward I could see blood coming from the calf’s mouth; and I ran on to get another.  I did kill another, and then stopped and got down.  The herd had passed, and I began to butcher the last calf; and before I had finished my uncle rode up to me and said, “Well, son, did you kill anything?” I told him that I had killed two calves; and we went back and looked for the other.  He helped me to butcher, and we put the meat and skins of both calves on my horse and then returned to the camp.

When we reached there, my uncle stood in front of the lodge, and called out with a loud voice, saying:  “This day my son has chased buffalo, and has killed two calves.  I have given one of my best horses to Red Fox.”  This he called out several times, and at the same time he sent a young man to his lodge, telling him to bring a certain good horse, which he named.  Before very long the young man came with the horse, and about the same time the old man Red Fox, who was poor and lame, and without relations, was seen limping toward the lodge, coughing as he came.

In his young days Red Fox had been a brave and had done many good things, but he had been shot in the thigh, in battle, and his leg had never healed, so that he could not go to war.  After that, his wife and then his children one by one had died, or been killed in battle, and now he had nothing of his own, but lived in the lodge with friends—­people who were kind to him.  After Red Fox had mounted his horse, and had ridden off about the circle of the lodges, singing a song, in which he told what I had done, and how my uncle was proud of my success, and of how good his heart was toward poor people, so that when he made gifts he gave them to persons who had nothing, and not to people who were rich and happy, my uncle turned about and went into the lodge.  He told the young man who had brought the horse to go out and call a number of his friends, and older people, to come that night to his lodge, to feast with him.

After they had come, and all had eaten, and while the pipe was being smoked, my uncle said:  “Friends, I have called you to eat with me, because this day my son has killed two calves.  He has done well, and I can see that he will be a good man.  His lodge will not be poor for meat nor will his wife lack skins to tan, or hides for lodge skins.  We have had good luck, and to-day my heart is glad; and it is for this reason that I have asked you to come and hear what my son has done, in order that you may be pleased, as I am pleased.”

When he had finished speaking, Double Runner, an old man, whose hair was white, stood up on his feet and spoke, and said that I had done well.  He spoke good words of my uncle because he had a kind heart and was generous, and liked to make people happy.  He spoke also of my father, and said that it was bad for the tribe when the enemy killed him; but, nevertheless, he had died fighting, as a brave man would wish to die.