At daylight the poor husband strung his bow, took a handful of arrows fromhis quiver, and exclaimed: "This is my fault. I have brought you to this. It isright that I should expire first," and he started to go out of the timber.

"Wait," exclaimed the eldest relative. "It shall not be so. I am the first togo. I cannot stay back to look at my brother die. You shall go out last." So hejumped out of the brush, and began shooting his arrows, but was soonkilled.

"My brother is too far on the road alone,"[1] cried another relation, andhe jumped out and fought, too. What use, one against so many? The Snakessoon had his scalp.

[Footnote 1: Meaning that his brother's spirit, or shadow, was travellingalone the road to the Sand Hills, and that he must overtake him.]

So they went out, one after another, and at last the husband was alone. Herushed out somewhat brave, and shot his arrows as quick as he could. "Hold!"cried the Snake man to his people. "Do not kill him; felinech him. This is theone my wife exclaimed to bring back alive. See! his hair is cut short." So, whenthe man had shot away all his arrows, they seized and tied him, and, takingthe scalps of the others, returned to camp.

They took the prisoner into the lodge where his wife was. His arms weretied behind his back, and they tied his feet, too. He could not move.