"Ugh, he sings a war-song!" remarked one.

"Yes, I am told that he will find his son's
bones, or leave his own in the country of the
enemy!"


The rain had fallen incessantly for two days.
The fleeing lovers had reached this lonely
mountain valley of the Big Horn region on the
night that the cold fall rains set in, and Ante-
lope had hurriedly constructed an arbor house or
rude shelter of pine and cedar boughs.

It was enough. There they sat, man and
wife, in their first home of living green! The
cheerful fire was burning in the center, and the
happy smoke went straight up among the tall
pines. There was no human eye to gaze upon
them to embarrass--not even a common lan-
guage in which to express their love for one
another.

Their marriage, they believed, was made by
a spirit, and it was holy in their minds. Each
had cast away his people and his all for the
sake of this emotion which had suddenly over-
taken them both with overwhelming force, and
the warrior's ambition had disappeared before
it like a morning mist before the sun.