his wife spent embroidering this robe with porcupine quills and
trimming it with fringes of his enemies scalp-locks. Heavy chains hung
around his neck. His long hair, which he had greased well, had been
divided into two parts and crossed on the top of his head, where it was
then gathered into a knot.

"Bent Horn's head-dress is almost as handsome as that of the Great
Chief," Timid Hare said to herself, as she watched the two men walking
together towards the council house.

The sun shone brightly throughout the whole celebration and the feasts
were spread outdoors. The chiefs and braves sat in a half-circle at
these feasts and the food was passed to them from steaming kettles.
There was bear meat in plenty, fat and rich; baked turtles; juicy
buffalo steaks and stews; but at the principal feast of all, only dog
flesh was served.

Then it was that the people of the village gathered in crowds around
the feasters to watch and listen. Closest of all were the braves and
their sons. Back of them were the squaws and their little daughters.
Timid Hare, beside her young mistress Sweet Grass, listened with wonder
to the noble speeches of the chiefs. Bent Horn spoke first of all.

"My brother," he said to the Great Chief, "our hearts are almost
bursting with gladness that you are with us today.

"And you also"--Bent Horn continued, turning to one after another of
the lesser chiefs, "we welcome you with gladness and feel that the
Great Spirit has sent you to us. In token of our love we have killed
faithful dogs that you may feast. May the Great Spirit bind us closely