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COLD MAKER'S MEDICINE
 The last had been set up in the Blackfeet winter camp. Evening was closing over the travel-tired people. The sun had dropped beyond the hills not far away. Women were bringing water from the river at the edge of the great circle. Men gathered in quiet groups, weary after the long march of the day. Children called sleepily to each other, and the dogs about in well-fed content.  
Feather wrapped his robe more closely around him and walked slowly from his lodge door and from the camp, off toward the north. He was thinking of many things, and hardly noticed where he was going. Presently as he walked, he heard the sound of persons talking. He stopped to listen. The sound came from a lodge made of stone, close by the river. Quietly he went toward the lodge and saw a thin blue line of smoke coming from the top.
 
As he approached, an old woman, with age and crippled, came from the lodge door and looked at him.
 
"Will you come into my lodge?" she said, greeting him.
 
Lone Feather looked at her for a moment in silence. She again. He could not understand her speech, for she belonged to another tribe. By signs she made him know that she wished him to come into her lodge and rest. Lone Feather entered.
 
Far back from the door two big bears. She made signs to show that the bears were friendly, and Lone Feather sat down near the door. She stirred the fire, and as she put on fresh wood the sparks flew up toward the smoke hole, which was opened only a little way.
 
By signs she told him she would go out and open the smoke hole wider, so that the fire might burn more brightly. She was gone for some time, and Lone Feather sat looking into the fire, still thinking of many things, when the air became thick with smoke. He looked up and saw that the smoke hole was closed. He sprang up and went to the door, but the door covering was down. He raised it, and as he put his head out the old woman hit him with a large stone club and he was dead.
 
Before his spirit started for the Sand Hills he saw that with a large knife she cut up his body and put the pieces into a pot. Soon they were well cooked and the old woman and the two bears feasted on his flesh.
 
They threw his bones out of the door, where they fell among many others like them. The ground was strewn with the bones of the persons she had trapped and killed.
 
Day by day other persons disappeared from the winter camp, and more and more bones whitened on the ground outside the stone lodge on the river bank.
 
As Cold was bringing the snow to the Blackfeet winter camp, he passed the Sand Hills. Lone Feather and other ghosts from the Blackfeet tribe were telling each other how the old woman had sent them there. Cold Maker heard their stories and he was angry.
 
When he reached the camp he went to the lodge of Broken Bow—a brave young man, but very poor.
 
He shivered when Cold Maker entered his lodge and drew his robe about him. They were close friends.
 
"Would you like to have a new robe?" asked Cold Maker.
 
"Yes," said Broken Bow.
 
"Come with me. You may kill two grizzly bears," said Cold Maker.
 
"My bow is broken. I cannot," said Broken Bow sadly.
 
"I will help you. Bring only a knife."
 
Together they went from the toward the north. The sun was already hidden behind the nearby hills.
 
After they had travelle............
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