persons she had trapped and killed.

Day by day other persons disappeared from the winter camp, and more
and more bones whitened on the ground outside the stone lodge on the
river bank.

As Cold Maker was bringing the snow to the Blackfeet winter camp, he
passed the Sand Hills. Lone Feather and other ghosts from the
Blackfeet tribe were telling each other how the old woman had sent
them there. Cold Maker heard their stories and he was angry.

When he reached the camp he went to the lodge of Broken Bow--a
brave young man, but very poor.

He shivered when Cold Maker entered his lodge and drew his ragged
robe about him. They were close friends.

"Would you like to have a new robe?" asked Cold Maker.

"Yes," said Broken Bow.

"Come with me. You may kill two grizzly bears," said Cold Maker.

"My bow is broken. I cannot," said Broken Bow sadly.

"I will help you. Bring only a knife."

Together they went from the lodges toward the north. The sun was
already hidden behind the nearby hills.