om his horse, and putting the bridle in
the hand of the Shoshone, "Brother," said he, "I have done wrong, pardon
me! from an Indian I learn virtue, and for the future, when I would
commit any deed of injustice, I will think of thee."

Two Apaches loved the same girl; one was a great chief, the other a
young warrior, who had entered the war-path but a short time. Of
course, the parents of the young girl rejected the warrior's suit, as
soon as the chief proposed himself. Time passed, and the young man,
broken-hearted, left all the martial exercises, in which he had
excelled. He sought solitude, starting early in the morning from the
wigwam, and returning but late in the night, when the fires were out.
The very day on which he was to lead the young girl to his lodge, the
chief went bear-hunting among the hills of the neighbourhood. Meeting
with a grizzly bear, he fired at him; but at the moment he pulled the
trigger his foot slipped, and he fell down, only wounding the fierce
animal, which now, smarting and infuriated with pain, rushed upon him.

The chief had been hurt in his fall, he was incapable of defence, and
knew that he was lost; he shut his eyes, and waited for his death-blow,
when the report of a rifle, and the springing of the bear in the agonies
of death, made him once more open his eyes; he started upon his feet,
there lay the huge monster, and near him stood the young warrior who had
thus timely rescued him.

The chief recognised his rival, and his gratitude overpowering all other
feelings, he took the warrior by the hand and grasped it firmly.

"Brother," he said, "thou hast saved my life at a time when it was
sweet, more so than usual; let us be brothers."

The young man's breast heaved with contending passions, but he, too, was
a noble fellow.

"Chief," answered line, "when I saw the bear rushing upon thee, I
thought it was the Manitou who had taken compassion on my sufferings, my
heart for an instant felt light and happy; but as death was near thee,
very near, the Good Spirit whispered his wishes, and I have saved thee
for happiness. It is I who must die! I am nothing, have no friends, no
one to care for me, to love me, to make pleasant in the lodge the dull
hours of night. Chief; farewell!"

He was going, but the chief grasped him firmly by the arm:--

"Where dost thou wish to go? Dost thou know the love of a brother?
Didst thou ever dream of one? I have said we must be brothers to each