the second ditch was nearly bridged over with dead buffalo, with
the now thrice maddened buffalo attacking the last stockade more
furiously than before, as they could see the little hut through the
openings in the corral.

"Come in, uncles," shouted Stone boy. They obeyed him, and
stepping to the center he said: "Watch me build my fence." Suiting
the words, he took from his belt an arrow with a white stone
fastened to the point and fastening it to his bow, he shot it high
in the air. Straight up into the air it went, for two or three
thousand feet, then seemed to stop suddenly and turned with point
down and descended as swiftly as it had ascended. Upon striking
the ground a high stone wall arose, enclosing the hut and all who
were inside. Just then the buffalo broke the last stockade only to
fill the last ditch up again. In vain did the leaders butt the
stone wall. They hurt themselves, broke their horns and mashed
their snouts, but could not even scar the wall.

The uncles and Stone boy in the meantime rained arrows of death
into their ranks.

When the buffalo chief saw what they had to contend with, he
ordered the fight off. The crier or herald sang out: "Come away,
come away, Stone boy and his uncles will kill all of us."

So the buffalo withdrew, leaving over two thousand of their dead
and wounded on the field, only to be skinned and put away for the
feasts of Stone boy and his uncles, who lived to be great chiefs of
their own tribe, and whose many relations soon joined them on the
banks of Stone Boy Creek.