him that they were caught in his traps—that they were his. "Take them," said he; "you are my friend; your traps have been unlucky to-day." Previous to this, our success had been about equal.
Then he wished me to sit down and have a talk with him. I sat down by him, and he began.
"My friend," said he, "I am alone in the world: all my kindred are gone to the land of the Great Spirit. I now want one good friend—a confidential bosom friend—who will be my brother. I am a warrior—a brave—and so are you. You have been far away to the villages of the white man; your eyes have seen much; you have now returned to your people. Will you be my friend and brother? be as one man with me as long as you live?"
I readily acceded to all his desires.
"It is well," said he, "and we must exchange traps."
I agreed to it.
"Now we must exchange guns."
It was done.
So we went on until we had exchanged all our personal effects, including horse, clothing, and war implements.
"Now," said he, "we are one while we live. What I know, you shall know; there must be no secret between us."
We then proceeded to my father's lodge, and acquainted him with the alliance we had entered into. He was much pleased at the occurrence, and ever after received my allied brother as his son; but the assumed relationship debarred his ever entering the family as son-in-law, since the mutual adoption attached him as by ties of consanguinity.
Shortly after, another war party was levied for an excursion after the enemy, or their horses, as occasion might offer. The party consisted of eighty or ninety warriors. My adopted brother inquired of me if I was going with the party. I told him I was, and asked the same question of him.
"No," he said; "we are brothers; we must never both leave our village at once. When I go, you must stay; and when you go, I must stay; one of us must be here to see to the interests of the other. Should we both be killed, then who would mourn faithfully for the other?"
