Follow me."
Black Bull, with Smoke capering about him in the joy of being set free,
followed Young Antelope silently till the two neared the council house
where Bent Horn was busy planning for the coming celebration. There,
in the autumn sunlight, they waited till the chief should appear and
the son whom he loved dearly should have a chance to ask for a certain
boon.
That night Black Bull went to sleep as happy as a king, even though his
mother had just given him a beating. Smoke was safe! Another, Young
Antelope, who had more treasures than he, was willing to make the
sacrifice in his place.
THE FESTIVAL
The celebration was over and Timid Hare was tired out from excitement.
Never before had she seen so many wonders. Why, the chief of chiefs,
the chief of all the Dahcotas, had been one of the visitors and had
slept in Bent Horn's tepee. Timid Hare herself had helped to serve
him. And when he had gone forth to the council and to the feasts he
was the grandest looking person she had ever beheld in her life. He
wore a head-dress of war-eagle feathers. Thick and heavy was this
head-dress, and beautiful were the feathers beyond compare.
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