This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 Excerpt: ...resumed our way down the coulee. CHAPTER VI IN WHICH PITAMAKAN RAISES THE VICTORY SONG THREE times before we reached the river we paused, slowly arose and peered through the brush at the lookout on the slope, and then, turning, looked down at the timber and the dense growth of willows in which we believed the war party was resting. All was quiet; so far the enemy was unaware of our presence. But our hearts beat fast when we arose to our feet at the mouth of the coulee and turned to follow the river. True, we were in the shelter of a cutbank higher than our heads, and the soft sands made our steps noiseless; but we knew that at any moment some one resting perhaps at the edge of the high bank, or coming down to the river, might see us. As with cocked rifle and restless eyes I followed at Pitamakan's heels, I prayed earnestly to my sacred helper, Ancient Buffalo-Man, for help to keep me safe. We had gone not a hundred yards from the mouth of the coulee when we heard near the river an indistinct murmuring that a moment later we knew was the sound of men talking. Then how closely we hugged the cutbank, how breathlessly and slowly we sneaked along under it! My skin crept. Alternately I prayed to my sacred helper to ask Sun to guide us safe past this near danger and scolded myself for undertaking so mad an enterprise. A word from me, and we should never have ventured from our safe hiding place in the brush at the head of the coulee. We passed by the talking men, and, though we expected every moment to be discovered, sneaked on and on. At last we reached a point that we thought should be opposite the horses. A few paces farther on we found where they had come down through a break in the bank to water. Taking their trail, we slowly and cautiously raised our heads ab...