One is inclined to go to sleep, but the other two will not let him; their spirits are raised and excited by what has made him stupid.

Who would suppose they were human beings?
See their bloodshot eyes; hear their fiendish laugh and horrid yells; probably before the revel is closed, one of the friends will have buried his knife in the other's heart.
We will pass on to the next teepee.

Here we witness a scene almost as appalling.

"Iron Arms," one of the most valiant warriors of the band, is stretched in the agonies of death.

Old Spirit Killer, the medicine man, is gesticulating by his side, and accompanying his motions with the most horrid noises.