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There, two miles above the construction camp, the canyon fell away more gradually to the old river bottom, and the trees, encouraged by a century of immunity from floods, crept ever downward until they pressed to the very edge of the channel that held the waters of the Tepee fifty weeks of the year. It was evening.

There were thirty-two tepees, accommodating one hundred and sixty-eight people, forty of whom were males over sixteen years of age and the rest women and children. The tepees were arranged in a circle with a large space in the center, around which braves, squaws and almost nude children squatted or lay in the sunshine. One solitary white man was seen standing in front of a tepee.

Here and there a half-naked Indian stalked silently, his long feather slanting in the light, but for the most part the warriors were gathered in a silent mass a little way apart where the big tepee had been set up. The clouds were gone from his brain, and he was keenly conscious of hunger.

"I want my tepee. Am I a prairie-dog?" "No, honey, you ain't. You and me is both white, and we ought to live together; it ain't right for you to live with red people that kills and burns your own kith and kin." She looked at him repellently through her streaming tears. "Big hair!" she cried. "Big hair!" "And must I cut it off?

Yellow Bird did not disbelieve. Her faith was illimitable. The spirits would not lie. But the unrest of the night was eating at her heart. She tried to lift herself to the whisperings above the tepee top. But they were unintelligible, like many voices mingling, and with them came a dull fear into her soul. She put out a hand, as if to rouse Slim Buck.

A word traveled in whispers, voices and footsteps were muffled and before the sun was an hour high there was no tepee standing but one on that white strip of beach. And the one tepee was Yellow Bird's. Not until the camp was gone, leaving her alone, did Yellow Bird come out into the day. She saw the food placed at her tepee door.

A moment later she was busy rolling up the canvas at one side of the tent, and presently he found himself looking out on a very fair imitation of an Indian hunting tepee. He gave the work his ungrudging admiration. "It is a very creditable piece of work, Miss Yardely." "Yes," she responded lightly, "and I'm not going to pretend that I'm not proud of it.

We can pitch it without the aid of tent poles by simply hanging it be ween two trees to which a rope has been stretched. The Hudson Bay tent, trapper's tent, forester's tent, canoe tent, and a dozen others, including an Indian tepee and wigwam, are all good tents for special purposes.

Men, women and little children twisted and rolled, or lay awake, and weird and distorted shapes and fancies came in dreams. In her tepee Yellow Bird lay with her eyes wide open, staring at the gray blur of the smoke hole above. Her husband was asleep. Sun Cloud, tossing on her blankets, had flung one of her long braids so that it lay across her mother's breast.

In that direction, the hunters say, we are likely to draw near the feeding grounds of large herds of buffaloes. Tomorrow morning at sunrise we must be on our way." The news was quickly carried from one tepee to another and the squaws set to work with a will to prepare for moving. When Timid Hare heard the news she thought sadly: "Shall I go farther than ever from my dear White Mink?"