Accordingly, Two Axe broke up the council abruptly, and returned to his home without making any treaty with his “Great Father” at all.

The folk-lore stories and songs of the Pawnees are full of pathos, humour, and thrilling incidents.  The legend of the Dun Horse is comparable in its enchantment to the stories of Aladdin and his wonderful lamp.

Many years ago there lived in the Pawnee tribe an old woman and her grandson, a boy about sixteen years old.  These people had no relations, and were very poor.  Indeed, they were so miserably poor that they were despised by the rest of the tribe.  They had nothing of their own, and always, after the village started to move the camp from one place to another, these two would stay behind the rest, to look over the old ground and pick up anything that the other Indians had thrown away as worn out or useless.  In this way they would sometimes get pieces of robes, worn-out moccasins with holes in them, and bits of meat.

Now it happened one day, after the tribe had moved away from the camp, that this old woman and her boy were following along the trail behind the rest, when they came to a miserable, old, worn-out horse, which they supposed had been abandoned by some Indians.  He was thin and exhausted, was blind of one eye, had a sore back, and one of his fore legs was very much swollen.  In fact, he was so worthless that none of the Pawnees had been willing to take the trouble to try to drive him along with them.  But when the old woman and her boy came along, the boy said:  “Come now, we will take this old horse, for we can make him carry our pack.”  So the old woman put her pack on the horse and drove him along, but he limped and could only go very slowly.

The tribe moved up on the North Platte, until they came to Court-house Rock.  The two poor Indians followed them, and camped with the others.  One day while they were here, the young men who had been sent out for buffalo came hurrying into camp and told the chiefs that a large herd of buffalo were near, and that among them was a spotted calf.

The head chief of the Pawnees had a very beautiful daughter, and when he heard about the spotted calf, he ordered his old crier to go about through the village, and call out that the man who should kill the spotted calf should have his daughter for wife.  For a spotted robe is “Ti-war-uks-ti” (Big Medicine).

The buffalo were feeding about four miles from the village, and the chiefs decided that the charge should be made from there.  In this way the man who had the fastest horse would be the most likely to kill the calf.  Then all the warriors and men picked out their best and fastest horses, and made ready to start.  Among those who prepared for the charge was the poor boy, on the old dun horse.  But when they saw him, all the rich young braves on their fast horses pointed at him and