ter joined a war party and never returned, as he was killed on the
battlefield.

A year after her husband's death she married again. This husband was
also killed by a band of enemies whom the warriors were pursuing for
stealing some of their horses. The third husband also met a similar fate
to the first. He was killed on the field of battle.

She was still a handsome woman at the time of the third husband's death,
but never again married, as the men feared her, saying she was holy, and
that any one who married her would be sure to be killed by the enemy.

So she took to doctoring the sick and gained the reputation of being the
most skilled doctor in the nation. She lived to a ripe old age and when
she felt death approaching she had them take her to where she had rested
once before, and crawling to the top of the newly erected scaffold,
wrapped her blankets and robes about her, covered her face carefully,
and fell into that sleep from which there is no more awakening.

THE STORY OF THE PET CRANE

There was once upon a time a man who did not care to live with his tribe
in a crowded village, but preferred a secluded spot in the deep forest,
there to live with his wife and family of five children. The oldest of
the children (a boy) was twelve years of age, and being the son of a
distinguished hunter, soon took to roaming through the forest in search
of small game.

One day during his ramblings, he discovered a crane's nest, with only
one young crane occupying it. No doubt some fox or traveling weasel
had eaten the rest of the crane's brothers and sisters. The boy said to
himself, "I will take this poor little crane home and will raise him as
a pet for our baby. If I leave him here some hungry fox will be sure to
eat the poor little fellow." He carried the young crane home and it grew
to be nearly as tall as the boy's five-year-old sister.

Being brought up in a human circle, it soon grew to understand all the
family said. Although it could not speak it took part in all the games
played by the children. The father of the family was, as I have before
mentioned, a great hunter. He always had a plentiful supply of deer,
antelope, buffalo and beaver meats on hand, but there came a change.
The game migrated to some other locality, where no deadly shot like
"Kutesan" (Never Miss) would be around to annihilate their fast
decreasing droves. The hunter started out early one morning in hopes of
discovering some of the