"If only he could go to Black Bull, the sickness would leave
the poor fellow," she said.
Soon afterwards Sweet Grass herself sought the medicine man. She
brought him presents of buffalo marrow, deer meat, and a juicy,
well-cooked land turtle. Then she asked his help for the deformed
youth, and he promised to go to him.
The next day word came to the chief's lodge that Black Bull had gone to
join the people of the grave. Though the medicine man had gone to him
and worked his mysteries with songs and drum beating, the Great Spirit
had not willed that he should live.
"Better so," declared Bent Horn, when the news was brought to the
lodge. "Black Bull was of no help to his people. He suffered, and was
not happy. Better so!"
"I will take his dog," Sweet Grass promised her sad little maid.
"Smoke shall be cared for, though his master has left him."
THE WINTER HUNT
The new home proved to be a good one. Each time the hunters went forth
they returned with a load of game. The squaws were kept busy drying
buffalo and bear meat, packing away the marrow and cleaning the bones
and skins.
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