Now the air was full of the wolf and coyote game call, and they were seen in great numbers upon the ice. "See, see! the hungry wolves are dragging the carcasses away! Harken to the war-cries of the scout's Shunka! Hurry, hurry!" they urged one another in chorus. Away they ran and out upon the lake; now upon the wind-swept ice, now upon the crusted snow; running when they could, sliding when they must. There was certainly a great concourse of the wolves, whirling in frantic circles, but continually moving toward the farther end of the lake. They could hear distinctly the hoarse bark of the scout's Shunka, and occasionally the muffled war-whoop of a man, as if it came from under the ice. As they approached nearer the scene they could hear more distinctly the voice of their friend, but still as it were from underground. When they reached the spot to which the wolves had dragged two of the carcasses of the buffalo, Shunka was seen to stand by one of them, but at that moment he staggered and fell. The hunters took out their knives and ripped up the frozen hide covering the abdominal cavity. It revealed a warm nest of hay and buffalo hair in which the scout lay, wrapped in his own robe! He had placed his dog in one of the carcasses and himself in another for protection from the storm; but the dog was wiser than the man, for he kept his entrance open. The man lapped the hide over and it froze solidly, shutting him securely in. When the hungry wolves came Shunka promptly extricated himself and held them off as long as he could; meanwhile, sliding and pulling, the wolves continued to drag over the slippery ice the body of the buffalo in which his master had taken refuge. The poor, faithful dog, with no care for his own safety, stood by his imprisoned master until the hunters came up. But it was too late, for he had received more than one mortal wound. As soon as the scout got out, with a face more anxious for another than for himself, he exclaimed: "Where is Shunka, the bravest of his tribe?" "Ho, kola, it is so, indeed; and here he lies," replied one sadly. His master knelt by his side, gently stroking the face of the dog. "Ah, my friend; you go where all spirits live! The Great Mystery has a home for every living creature. May he permit our meeting there!" At daybreak the scout carried him up to one of the pretty round hills overlooking the lake, and built up around him walls of loose stone. Red paints were scattered over the snow, in accordance with Indian custom, and the farewell song was sung. Since that day the place has been known to the Sioux as Shunkahanakapi--the Grave of the Dog. THE END GLOSSARY OF INDIAN WORDS Be-day-wah'-kan-ton, lake-dwellers. Cha-tan'-na, fourth son. chin'-to, certainly. Che-ton'-skah, white hawk. Chank-pay'-yu-hah, carries the club. coo'-wah, come here! ha-nah'-kah-pee, grave. he-yu'-pee-yay, come all of you! hay'-chay-tu, it is well. Hah-kay'-dah, the last-born.