behind the distant mountains. We approached within a mile of the village, and encamped under a small hill, as yet unperceived by our people, for the hill in the shelter of which we lay was between ourselves and the village. It was now the latter end of June (I think), in the year 1834.
After resting a while, I thought to get some tobacco, to indulge in a smoke before making our grand entrée, at the same time requesting my companions to keep a sharp look-out, and see that the Crows did not steal our horses again. Finally, three of us entered incog., and smoked with several of the old men, not one of whom recognized us or once thought of us. We passed all through the village, looking leisurely about as; the streets were full of people, yet not one bestowed a thought on us. When it became somewhat late, and the inhabitants had principally retired, I dismissed my two companions to the camp, telling them I would get some tobacco, and rejoin them in a short time. I then entered the lodge of one of my wives, who was asleep in bed. I shook her by the arm, and aroused her.
Waking, she inquired, "Who is this in the lodge?"
I answered, "It is your husband."
"I never had but one husband," she replied, "and he is dead."
"No," said I, "I am he."
"You are not dead, then, as we have believed?"
"No," I said; "I have been wandering a long while, and have only just returned."
"We all mourned you," she continued, "many moons ago, and we all mourn you now every day. We believed that the enemy had killed you."
"No," I said. "I escaped. I have now brought home a large drove of beautiful spotted horses, and if you will do as I wish you, you shall have your choice of the whole drove, and you will become a medicine woman also."
"I will do what you wish me," she replied.
"Well, I want you, when you get up in the morning, to request the village to refrain from crying for one sun. Tell them that you dreamed that I came home riding a large and spotted horse, having the other four men with me; that we had nearly
