No! Owato Wanisha will lead his warriors to the war-path, or upon the trail of the buffalo; he will go and talk to the grandchildren of the Shoshones; more he cannot do! "Let now the squaws prepare the farewell meal, and make ready the green paint; to-morrow I shall depart, with fifty of my young men.

I have spoken." The council being broken up, I had to pass through the ceremony of smoking the pipe and shaking hands with those who could call themselves warriors.

On the following morning, fifty magnificent horses, richly caparisoned, were led to the lawn before the council lodge.

Fifty warriors soon appeared, in their gaudiest dresses, all armed with the lance, bow, and lasso, and rifle suspended across the shoulder.

Then there was a procession of all the tribe, divided into two bands, the first headed by the chiefs and holy men; the other, by the young virgins.