gained for courage or daring, he was ever afterwards condemned to share
the work of women, nor might he ever again bear arms or take part in the
chase or in war.

Immediately after his overthrow of Chitta, and while the shouts of joy
over his victory were still ringing in his ears, Has-se was led to an
elevated seat, where he could be seen of all the people, and a bowl of
the awful mixture was handed him. Without hesitation, and with a proud
glance around him, the brave youth swallowed the nauseous draught, and
then folding his arms, gazed with a smiling face upon the assembled
multitude. For fifteen minutes he sat there amid a death-like silence,
calm and unmoved, though the great beads of perspiration rolling from his
forehead showed what he was enduring. At the end of that time a great
shout from the people told him that his ordeal was over; and, weak and
faint, he was led away to a place where he might recover in quiet from
the effects of his terrible sufferings, and enjoy in peace the first
glorious thoughts that now he was indeed a Bow-bearer and a warrior.

Réné sprang forward from his seat to seize and shake his friend's hand,
while from all, Indians as well as whites, arose shouts of joy at the
victory of the brave and much-loved lad who wore the Flamingo Feather.

As the angry Chitta turned away from the scene of his defeat, his heart
was filled with rage at these shouts, and he muttered a deep threat of
vengeance upon all who uttered them, those of his own race as well as the
pale-faces.