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Three Bulls, chief of the camp, was a great man. He had a fierce temper, and when he spoke, people hurried to do what he ordered, for they feared him. He never talked loud nor called any one by an ill name. When any one displeased him or refused to do what he said he just smiled and then killed the person. He was brave. In battle with enemies he was the equal of twenty men, rushing here, there, into the thickest of the fights, and killing—always with that silent, terrible smile on his face. Because he was such a great warrior, and also because he was generous, helping the poor, feasting any who came to his lodge, he was the head chief of the Blackfeet.,As time went on the son-in-law began to grow stingy, and pretty soon he gave nothing to his father-in-law's lodge, but kept everything for his own.,In the camp was a beautiful girl named Mā-mĭn´—the Wing—whom all the young men wished to marry, but perhaps Red Robe loved her more than all the rest. Her father was a rich old medicine man who never invited any except chiefs and great warriors to feast with him, and Red Robe seldom entered his lodge. He used to dress as well as he could, to braid his hair carefully, to paint his face nicely, and to stand for a long time near the lodge looking entreatingly at her as she came and went about her work, or fleshed a robe under the shelter of some travois over which a hide was spread. Then whenever they met, he thought the look she gave him in passing was friendly—perhaps more than that.,"Where?" says Mona, looking up quickly.,Those who wish to know something about how the people lived who told these stories will find their ways of life described in the last chapter of this book.,"I will burn them with my own hands," says Mona.,"Yes; but you have been crying, darling! What has happened?","O Death! thou strange, mysterious power, seen every day yet never understood but by the incommunicative dead, what art thou?","Tell me again how it all happened," he says, laying his hands on her shoulders. And then she goes through it again, slowly, carefully.,"I hardly think this is Sunday work," she says, lightly; "but the poor little thing would have died if left out all night. Wasn't it well you saw him?",Mona has no time to hear more; pale, but collected, she walks deliberately into the room and up to Lady Rodney.,"Nothing," replied the old man. "I fell down and spilled my arrows, and I am putting them back.".