trader had a black water which he gave the chief and warrior to drink; for he had made a hole in the wall of the trader’s store and through it saw them drinking the black water.  He advised them to bring the trader and warrior before them, and he would accuse them to their face of what he had seen, and if they denied the truth he would fight them.

        This speech was received with great satisfaction, and the
        young chief at once sent some warriors to fetch the trader
        and their brother.

        When they were come into the council and seated, the young
        warrior repeated all he had said, and asked if it were not
        true that they would fight him.

The warrior who was first asked rose up and said the young warrior lied, and that he was ready to fight him; but when the trader was told to stand up and answer, he, seeing there was no use in denying the matter, confessed all.  He said the black water was given him by the white people, a great many of whom drank it, and it made them behave as they had seen the chief and the warrior do.  He also told them that after a man drank of it he felt happy, laughed and sang, and when he lay down he dreamed pleasant dreams and slew his enemies.

The curiosity of the warriors was greatly excited and the young chief bade the trader go and bring some of his black water, that they might taste it.  He was about to depart when the young warrior who had before spoken rose and desired him to be seated, when he said:  “The warriors heard my speech, and it was good.  The brother, however, when I asked him if he would tell the council the truth, said I lied, and he would fight me.  Let us now go out of the village and fight.”

        The young chief asked the drunkard if he had anything to say,
        when he rose and addressed the council as follows:—­

“Oh, my brethren, it is true that I have drunk of the black water, and that I have lied.  When the trader first gave it to me to drink, he made me promise that I would never tell what it was, or where I got it, and he has many times since said if I told any one he would never give me any more to drink.  Oh, my brethren, the black water is most wonderful, and I have come to love it better than my life, or the truth.  The fear of never having any more of it to drink made me lie, and I have nothing more to say but that I am ready to fight.”

Then the council adjourned, and every one went out to see the warriors fight.  They were both men of great skill and bravery, and the whole village came to see the battle.  He who drank the black water was the best spears-man in the tribe, and every one expected to see the other warrior killed.

The spears were brought, and when they were given to the combatants it was seen that the hand of him who had lied shook so he could hardly hold his spear.  At this his friends