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The plains were black with buffaloes as far out in all directions as the eye could distinguish them. I cannot begin to tell you how glad I was to be there on that high point looking out upon that vast buffalo plain, its grand mountains, its sentinel buttes, and deep-gashed river valleys. I had a sense of ownership in it all. White though my skin, and blue my eyes, I was a member of a Blackfoot tribe.

Late in the afternoon we went into camp at the junction of two beautiful, clear mountain streams, as I afterward learned, the Belly River, and Old Man's River. The former was so named on account of the broad bend it makes in its course, and the latter because it is believed that Old Man, when making the world, tarried long in the mountains at its head and gambled with Red Old Man, another god.

“How would you like to travel about with the Pi-kun-i for a time, and learn their language?"
I could only stare at him and he added: "I am sure that you would be in no more danger than you are here in the fort, or I would not propose this."
"I would rather do it than anything else! It is just what I want to do!"
"Let me explain the situation to you fully," he went on. "Did you ever hear of Lewis and Clark?”