I have in my lodge twenty of their scalps; they have many ours.

They fight by the broad light of the day, with the lane bow, and arrows; they scorn treachery.

Are they not although rebels and unnatural children, still the children, of the Shoshones?
Who ever heard of the Arrapahoes entering the war-path in night?
No one! They are no Crows, no Umbiquas, no Flat-heads! They can give death; they know how to receive it,--straight and upright, knee to knee, breast to breast, and their eye drinking the glance of their foe.
"Well, these Arrapahoes are our neighbours; often, very often, too much so (as many of our widows can say), when they unbury their tomahawk and enter the war-path against the Shoshones.

Why; can two suns light the same prairie, or two male eagles cover the same nest?
No.

Yet numerous stars appear during night, all joined together, and obedient to the moon.