some pleasure from the endless insinuations and
ridicule of the people!

Now Slow Dog had loudly proclaimed, on the
night before this event, that he had received the
warning of a bad dream, in which he had seen all
the ponies belonging to the tribe stampeded and
driven westward.

"But who cares for Slow Dog's dream?" said
everybody; "none of the really great medicine men
have had any such visions!"

Therefore our little community, given as they
were to superstition, anticipated no special danger.
It is true that when the first scout reported the
approach of troops some of the people had weak-
ened, and said to one another:

"After all, perhaps poor Slow Dog may be right;
but we are always too ready to laugh at him! "

However, this feeling quickly passed away when
the jovial Canadians arrived, and the old man was
left alone to brood upon his warning.

He was faithful to his dream. During all the
hilarity of the feast and the drinking of the mock
whiskey, be acted as self-constituted sentinel.
Finally, when everybody else had succumbed to