"Lone Bull laughed long before he answered: 'I need no help from you. You shall each have a little of my planting for your own use, and you shall pay me well for it. The rest, excepting what I need, I shall give to the people, and hereafter they will always have all that they need of the plants.' "And as he said that he would do, so he did, and the people gave him great praise and honor for it all, and he lived to great age. Kyi! Why not? He had the beaver--the water medicine! It is a powerful medicine to this day!" * * * * * A visitor in our camp this evening told a tale that ill pleases us. There is a tourist camp away up in Gun-Sight Pass, one of the most weirdly beautiful places in this whole country. There, the other day, an employee was putting up a table on which were painted arrows pointing to the different mountains, the name of each peak alongside its particular arrow. A tourist standing near and watching the work suddenly exclaimed: "Why, over there is a peak that has no name. Can you not name it after me?" "Certainly I can," the employee answered; and painted another arrow and inscribed beside it: "Lehnert Peak." "And over there is a fine waterfall," the tourist said. "Will you please name it after my little daughter?" "Sure!" said the man; and painted another arrow pointing to "Mary Frances Falls." Enough said! V IKS-I´-KWO-YI-A-TUK-TAI (SWIFT CURRENT RIVER) _September 1._ We moved up here the other day and made camp beside one of the most lovely lakes in all this Rocky Mountain country. In my time we called it Beaver Woman's Lake. It is now McDermott Lake. And what a name that is for one of Nature's gems! There are names for other lakes and peaks here just as bad as that, but we shall have nothing to say about them here. Only by an act of Congress can we get what we want done, and we have faith that within a reasonable time all these mountains and lakes and streams will bear the names of the great chiefs, medicine men, and warriors who traversed them before the white men came. [Illustration: ICEBERG LAKE Immense bergs are continually dropping into it from the live glacier in background] Some of us--all excepting our two old men and the women--have been riding over the different trails here, viewing the glaciers and other places of interest, especially Iceberg Lake, where we saw a mass of ice as large as a house part from the glacier, splash down into the deep lake, and disappear, and after a time come up from the depths to the surface and create another commotion of the waters. It was a grand sight! Tail-Feathers-Coming-over-the-Hill says that the lake with the unpronounceable white man's name--McDermott--should be called Jealous Women's Lake; that away back in the days of his youth, when the Kootenai Indians occasionally came to camp and hunt with the Blackfeet, he had a youthful friend of the mountain tribe who told him the following story:--