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"Never mind Larry," says the farmer, impatiently. "This is the seventh time he has died this year. But think of Misther Rodney here. Can't ye do something for him?" Soon they made the medicine lodge, and first of all the warriors, Mīka´pi was chosen to cut the rawhide to bind the poles, and as he cut the strips he related the coups he had counted. He told of the enemies he had killed, and all the people shouted his name and the drummers struck the drum. The father of those two sisters gave them to him. He was glad to have such a son-in-law. "Quite right. And I am the young English gentleman," says Geoffrey, lifting his hat again by way of introduction. No, it was not a Snake; it was a bear, a big grizzly bear, standing there looking down at Mīka´pi. "What is my brother doing here?" said the bear. "Why does he pray for life?".