He passed up the tree under the wings of the eagles, and came down with a handful of feathers.
"The book was true," said he.
They went to Medicine River, now called the Sun River, and there witnessed a Sun-dance.
It was a scene to tempt a brilliant painter or poet.

The chiefs and warriors were arrayed in crystals, quartz, and every bright product of the earth and river that would reflect the glory of the sun.
They returned from where the city of Great Falls is now, back to the mountains and to the tributaries of the Columbia.

Benjamin appeared before his father, on his return, with a crest of black eagle's plumes, and this crest the young Indian knight wore until the day of his death.
"I shall wear mine always," he said to his father.

"You wear yours." "Yes," said his father, with a face that showed a full heart.
"Both together," said Benjamin.
"Both together," replied Umatilla.
"Always ?" said Benjamin.
"Always," answered the chief.
The Indians remembered these words.

Somehow there seemed to be something prophetic in them.