When they drew near their home they noticed large droves of buffalo
gathered on their side of the range. Hardly any buffalo ever ranged on
this east side of the range before, and the brothers thought it strange
that so many should so suddenly appear there now.

When they arrived at home their sister told them what had happened to
the chief's twins, as her son had told her the whole story upon his
arrival at home after the accident.

"Well, probably all the buffalo we saw were here for the council and
funeral," said the older brother. "But where is my nephew?" (Stone boy)
he asked his sister. "He said he had noticed a great many buffalo around
lately and he was going to learn, if possible, what their object was,"
said the sister. "Well, we will wait until his return."

When Stone boy left on his trip that morning, before the return of his
uncles, he was determined to ascertain what might be the meaning of
so many buffalo so near the home of himself and uncles. He approached
several bunches of young buffalo, but upon seeing him approaching they
would scamper over the hills. Thus he wandered from bunch to bunch,
scattering them all. Finally he grew tired of their cowardice and
started for home. When he had come to within a half mile or so of home
he saw an old shaggy buffalo standing by a large boulder, rubbing on it
first one horn and then the other. On coming up close to him, the boy
saw that the bull was so old he could hardly see, and his horns so
blunt that he could have rubbed them for a year on that boulder and not
sharpened them so as to hurt anyone.

"What are you doing here, grandfather?" asked the boy.

"I am sharpening my horns for the war," said the bull.

"What war?" asked the boy.

"Haven't you heard," said the old bull, who was so near sighted he did
not recognize Stone boy. "The chief's twins were killed by Stone boy,
who ran them over a cut bank purposely, and the chief has ordered all
of his buffalo to gather here, and when they arrive we are going to kill
Stone boy and his mother and his uncles."

"Is that so? When is the war to commence?"

"In five days from now we will march upon the uncles and trample and
gore them all to death."

"Well, grandfather, I thank you for your information, and in return
will do you a favor that will save you so much hard work on your blunt
horns." So saying he drew a long arrow from his quiver and strung his
bow, attached the arrow to the string and drew the ar