superior, thought Patrick Gass and the rest of the men, to the Sioux. Chiefs Ka-ka-wis-sas-sa or Lighting Crow, Fo-cas-se or Hay, and Pi-a-he-to or Eagle's Feather, were introduced by Mr. Gravelines, and the camp soon filled with the Arikara warriors, and even squaws who rowed across in little skin boats of a single buffalo hide stretched over basket-work.
York held a regular reception, for he appeared to astonish the Arikaras as much as he had astonished the Sioux.
"Hey, Marse Tabeau," he called, to the French trader. "Des tell dese people I'se bohn wil', an' my young marster done ketched me when I was runnin' in de timber an' tamed me. Tell 'em I used to eat peoples bones an' all. I'se a sorter g'riller." And thereupon York seized a thick stick, and snapped it in his two hands, and howled and gritted his teeth. He was very strong, was York.
"Huh!" grunted the Arikaras, respectfully falling back from him.
"That will do, York," cautioned Captain Clark, trying not to laugh.
But York, of much importance, thoroughly enjoyed himself.
The Arikaras were splendid entertainers and exceedingly hospitable—"'Mos' like white folks," asserted York. They did not beg, as the Sioux had begged; they gave lavishly out of their store of corn and beans and dried squashes, and accepted thankfully
