on the streams.  As soon as he saw these indications of returning spring, Souk called his bravest friends together and set out from the camp.  He did not tell any one where he was going, and it was only when they began to ascend the mountains that they suspected they were on the way to the Brule camp.  In eight days they descended the plain into the old chief’s home.

He was greatly astonished to see Souk, for he believed it impossible at that season of the year for any one to cross the mountain.  However, he gave Souk and his friends a hearty welcome, and again provided them with everything they needed.

Next day the chief rode down the river to prepare the camps for moving, and Souk and Chaf-fa-ly-a, being left alone in the camp, had all the opportunity they desired for laying their plans.  Chaf-fa-ly-a said the camp would move in four days, and that in the meantime they must make every preparation for their flight.  There was one horse in the herd, she said, that was the swiftest in the tribe, and he must be either killed or she would ride him.  Her father had always objected to her mounting this animal because he was so vicious; but, now that he was away, it would be a good time for her to ride the animal, and show to her father that she was a better horsewoman than he thought.  Once upon him, she could pretend a fondness for the beast, and thus secure him to ride on the trip.  Souk agreed to all she said, and the wild horse was at once sent for.  He reared and plunged fearfully, but at length he was conquered, and Chaf-fa-ly-a mounted his back.  Souk rode by her side, and they galloped down the river to meet the old chief, who they knew must by that time be returning homeward, as it was nearly evening.  They soon met him, and when he saw his daughter on the wild horse, he was greatly surprised, but not displeased, for all Indians are proud of their horsemanship.  Cautioning her to be very careful and hold him fast, Souk, the old chief, and Chaf-fa-ly-a rode back to the village together.

Next day Chaf-fa-ly-a again rode the wild horse, and in the evening slyly extracted a promise from her father that she should be permitted to ride him when the village changed its camping-ground.

On the morning of the fourth day the herds were gathered, the teepees pulled down, and the village commenced its march to the summer pastures.  The men had got the herds fairly on the way, and the sun was just tipping the icy peaks of the mountains, when Souk and Chaf-fa-ly-a mounted their steeds and galloped swiftly forward.  Chaf-fa-ly-a rode the wild horse, and Souk was mounted on a splendid stallion.  All of Souk’s warriors had been sent the day before to Pole Creek, a day in advance, under the pretence of hunting.

Riding on until they reached the head of the herd, they were about to pass, when the herders informed the young couple that it