now he sang, danced in the streets, and publicly hugged the women, so every one thought him crazy.  The Crows disliked the conduct of their chief very much, and began to grumble against the trader; for they thought he was to blame for the great change that had come over their chief.  Some said he was bewitched, others that the trader had an evil spirit in one of his boxes, and thus they talked, some believing one thing, and some another, but all blaming him.  One of the young warriors called a secret council, and the matter was discussed, and it was finally decided that the trader must leave or they would put him to death.  A warrior, who was a great friend of the trader, was sent to tell him of the decision of the council, and when he did so, the trader laughed and said if he would come into the back of the store, and never tell anybody, he would show him what ailed the chief.  The warrior went, and the trader gave him a ladleful of the black water to drink.  Presently he began to sing and dance about, and then went out into the street and sang, which greatly surprised every one, for he had never done so before.  The young men gathered about him and asked him what ailed him, but he only said, “Oh, go to the trader and get some of the black water!” So they went to the trader and inquired what kind of black water he had that affected people so strangely; and the trader told them he had only the same kind of water they drank, and brought out his pail, that they all might drink.  Each warrior took up the ladle and drank some, and made the trader drink some, and then they sat down to wait and see if it would affect them like the chief and their brother-warrior; but it did not, and they rose up and said, “The trader or our brother lies, and we will see who is the liar.”  They went to the warrior’s lodge and found him sound asleep, nor could they wake him.  Two remained to watch by him, and the others went to their teepees.  When the sun was up, the warriors rose, and, seeing the others sitting in his tent, said, “Why are you here, my brothers?” And the eldest of the two warriors replied, “You have lied to us, for the trader has no black water.”  The warrior, recollecting his promise not to tell, said, “It is true that the trader has no black water, and who said he had?” They explained to him his conduct of the day before, at which he was greatly astonished, and he declared if such was the case he must have been very sick in his head and not known what he said.  Thereupon the warriors withdrew and reported all to their brethren.  The warriors were greatly perplexed, and knew not what to do or think, but decided to wait and see.

The chief and warrior were now drunk every day, and the young chief called another council.  It was long and stormy in its debate, all the wise men speaking, but no one giving such counsel as the others would accept.  At last a young warrior rose and said that he had watched, and that it was true that the