out the body of his game in state and decorate the head with
symbolic paint or feathers. Then he stands before it in the prayer
attitude, holding up the filled pipe, in token that he has freed
with honor the spirit of his brother, whose body his need compelled
him to take to sustain his own life.

When food is taken, the woman murmurs a "grace" as she lowers
the kettle; an act so softly and unobtrusively performed
that one who does not know the custom usually fails to catch the
whisper: "Spirit, partake!" As her husband receives the bowl or
plate, he likewise murmurs his invocation to the spirit. When he
becomes an old man, he loves to make a notable effort to prove his
gratitude. He cuts off the choicest morsel of the meat and casts
it into the fire--the purest and most ethereal element.

The hospitality of the wigwam is only limited by the
institution of war. Yet, if an enemy should honor us with a call,
his trust will not be misplaced, and he will go away convinced
that he has met with a royal host! Our honor is the guarantee
for his safety, so long as he is within the camp.

Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It
is easy, we think, to be loyal to family and clan, whose blood is
in our own veins. Love between man and woman is founded on the
mating instinct and is not free from desire and self-seeking. But
to have a friend, and to be true under any and all trials, is the
mark of a man!

The highest type of friendship is the relation of "brother-friend"
or "life-and-death friend." This bond is between man and man,