Though partially successful, the Sioux had lost many of their bravest warriors, and none could tell what had happened to Antelope--he who had been believed the favorite of the gods of war. It was suggested by some envious ones that perhaps he had recognized the strongly entrenched position of the three tribes, and be- lieving the battle would be a disastrous one, had set out for home without ****** his re- port. But this supposition was not deemed credible. On the other hand, the idea was en- tertained that he had reentered the village, was detected and slain; and therefore the enemy was on the lookout when the attack was made.
"Hay, hay, hay, mechinkshe (Alas, alas, my son)!" was the sorrowful cry with which his old father received the news. His head fell upon his breast, and all the others groaned in sympathy.
The sunset sky was a blanket of beautiful painting. There were camp-fires among the clouds in orange and scarlet, while some were black as night. So the camp fairly glowed in celebration of its heroes; yet there was deep grief in many families.When the evening meal had been eatenand the people were sitting out- side their lodges, a tall old man, almost nude, appeared in the circle, riding a fine horse. He had blackened his face, his hair was cut short, and the horse also had been deprived of his flowing mane and tail. Both were in deep mourning, after the fashion of the Sioux.
"Ho ho!" exclaimed many warriors as he passed them, singing in a hoarse, guttural voice.
"Ugh, he sings a war-song!" remarked one.
"Yes, I am told that he will find his son's bones, or leave his own in the country of the enemy!"The rain had fallen incessantly for two days. The fleeing lovers had reached this lonely mountain valley of the Big Horn region on the night that the cold fall rains set in, and Ante- lope had hurriedly constructed an arbor house or rude shelter of pine and cedar boughs.
It was enough. There they sat, man and wife, in their first home of living green! The cheerful fire was burning in the center, and the happy smoke went straight up among the tall pines. There was no human eye to gaze upon them to embarrass--not even a common lan- guage in which to express their love for one another.
Their marriage, they believed, was made by a spirit, and it was holy in their minds. Each had cast away his people and his all for the sake of this emotion which had suddenly over- taken them both with overwhelming force, and the warrior's ambition had disappeared before it like a morning mist before the sun.
To them a new life was just beginning, and they had all but forgotten the existence of any world save this. The young bride was en- shrined in a bower of spicy fragrance, and her face shone whenever her eyes met those of her husband.
"This is as I would have it, kechuwa (dar- ling)!" exclaimed the Sioux in his own lan- guage. She simply responded with a childlike smile. Although she did not understand his words, she read in the tones of his voice only happy and loving thoughts.
The Ree girl had prepared a broiled bison steak, and her husband was keeping the fire well fed with dry fagots. The odor of the buming fat wasdelicious, and the gentle patter of the rain made a weird music outside their wigwam.
As soon as her husband had left her alone --for he must go to water the ponies and con- ceal them at a distance--Stasu came out to collect more wood. Instinctively she looked all about her. Huge mountains towered skyward, clad in pines. The narrow valley in which she was wound its way between them, and on every side there was heavy forest.
She stood silent and awed, scarcely able to realize that she had begun her new life abso- lutely alone, with no other woman to advise or congratulate her, and visited only by the birds of the air. Yet all the world to her just now was Antelope! No other woman could smile on him. He could not talk to any one but her. The evening drum at the council lodge could not summon him away from her, and she was well content.
When the young wife had done everything she could think of in preparation for her hus- band's return, including the ****** of several birch-bark basins and pails for water, the rain had quite ceased, so she spread her robe just outside the lodge and took up her work-bag, in which she had several pairs of moccasin-tops already beaded.
While she bent over her work, getting up from time to time to turn the roast which she had impaled upon a sharp stick above the glowing coals, the bride had a stream of shy callers, of the little people of the woods. She sat very still, so as not to startle them, and there is much curiosity among these people con- cerning a stranger.
Presently she was startled by a footfall not unlike that of a man. She had not been mar- ried long enough to know the sound of her husband's step, and she felt a thrill of joy and fear alternately. It might be he, and it might be a stranger! She was loath to look up, but at last gave a furtive glance, and met squarely the eyes of a large grizzly bear, who was seated upon his haunches not far away.
Stasu was surprised, but she showed no fear; and fearlessness is the best shield against wild animals. In a moment she got up unconcern- edly, and threw a large piece of meat to the stranger.
"Take of my wedding feast, O great Bear!" she addressed him, "and be good to me to bless my first teepee! O be kind and recognize my brave actin taking for my husband one of the warriors of the Sioux, the ancient enemy of my people! I have accepted a husband of a lan- guage other than mine, and am come to live among you as your neighbor. I offer you my friendship!"The bear's only answer to her prayer was a low growl, but having eaten the meat, he turned and clumsily departed.
