Page 28 (1/2)

All over the territory, I

and dance, and to brandish their to late years has been altogether too slow, too dead-and-alive,

too unlike the ways of their ancestors, when once at least in each

year, every warrior returned to his lodge with scalp locks dangling

at his belt

Les Gros Ventres for the tian

to dance and howl, and declare that they would fight till all their

blood was spilt with M Riel, or his adjutant M Marton

The Blackfeet began to hold pos, and tell their squaws that

there would soon be good feasts For

covetous eyes upon the fat cattle of their white neighbours Along

too, ca if

it was to be war; and if so, would there be big feasts?

"Oh, big feasts, big feasts," was the reply "Plenty fat cattle in

the corrals; and heaps of, e in the store" So the Salteaux were

happy, and, sos of fight, and feast, and turmoil reached the Crees, and they

sallied out froe-eyed squaws sat silent,