and old Wezee was at the height of his hap-
piness.

It was a crisp October morning, and the fam-
ily were eating their breakfast of broiled bison
meat, when the large drum at the council lodge
was struck three times. The old man set down
his wooden basin.

"Ah, my son, the war-chiefs will make an
announcement! It may be a call for the en-
listment of warriors! I am sorry," he said,
and paused. "I am sorry, because I would
rather no war-party went out at present. I am
getting old. I have enjoyed your success, my
son. I love to hear the people speak your
name. If you go again upon the war-path, I
shall no longer be able to join in the celebra-
tions. Something tells me that you will not re-
turn!"

Young braves were already on their way to
the council lodge. Tatoka looked, and the
temptation was great.

"Father, it is not becoming for me to re-
main at home when others go," he said, at last.

"Ho," was the assent uttered by the father,
with a deep sigh.