The old chief
came out to meet them, and took his son-in-
law's hand. Thus they entered the village in
battle array, but with hearts touched with won-
der and great gladness, discharging their ar-
rows upward in clouds and singing peace-songs.
II
THE MADNESS OF BALD EAGLE
"It was many years ago, when I was only
a child," began White Ghost, the patri-
archal old chief of the Yanktonnais
Sioux, "that our band was engaged in a des-
perate battle with the Rees and Mandans. The
cause of the fight was a peculiar one. I will
tell you about it." And he laid aside his long-
stemmed pipe and settled himself to the recital.
"At that time the Yanktonnais numbered a
little over forty families. We were nicknamed
by the other bands Shunkikcheka, or Domestic
Dogs, because of our owning large numbers of
these animals. My father was the head chief.
"Our favorite wintering place was a tim-
bered tract near the mouth of the Grand River,
and it was here that we met the Blackfoot Sioux
in the fall hunt.
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