"Wadutah (Scarlet) protested and begged to be allowed to stay with her husband, but at last she came away to get re-inforcements. "Then Marpeetopah (Four-skies) put more sticks on the fire so that the teepee might be brightly lit and show him the way. He then took the scalp of the enemy and proceeded on his track, until he came to the upturned root of a great tree. There he spread out his arrows and laid out his tomahawk. "Soon two more scouts were sent by the Ojibway war-party to see what was the trouble and why the first one failed to come back. He heard them as they approached. They were on snow-shoes. When they came close to him, he shot an arrow into the foremost. As for the other, in his effort to turn quickly his snow-shoes stuck in the deep snow and detained him, so Marpeetopah killed them both. "Quickly he took the scalps and followed Wadutah. He ran hard. But the Ojibways suspected something wrong and came to the lonely teepee, to find all their scouts had been killed. They followed the path of Marpeetopah and Wadutah to the main village, and there a great battle was fought on the ice. Many were killed on both sides. It was after this that the Sioux moved to the Mississippi river." I was sleepy by this time and I rolled myself up in my buffalo robe and fell asleep. PART TWO STORIES OF REAL INDIANS I WINONA'S CHILDHOOD Hush, hushaby, little woman! Be brave and weep not! The spirits sleep not; 'Tis they who ordain To woman, pain. Hush, hushaby, little woman! Now, all things bearing, A new gift sharing From those above-- To woman, love. _--Sioux Lullaby._ "Chinto, weyanna! Yes, indeed; she is a real little woman," declares the old grandmother, as she receives and critically examines the tiny bit of humanity. There is no remark as to the color of its hair or eyes, both so black as almost to be blue, but the old woman scans sharply the delicate profile of the baby face. "Ah, she has the nose of her ancestors! Lips thin as a leaf, and eyes bright as stars in midwinter!" she exclaims, as she passes on the furry bundle to the other grandmother for her inspection. "Tokee! she is pretty enough to win a twinkle from the evening star," remarks that smiling personage. "And what shall her name be? "Winona, the First-born, of course. That is hers by right of birth." "Still, it may not fit her. One must prove herself worthy in order to retain that honorable name." "Ugh," retorts the first grandmother, "she can at least bear it on probation!" "Tosh, tosh," the other assents. Thus the unconscious little Winona has passed the first stage of the Indian's christening.