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Everybody laughed； and another man remarked： 〃I think he had
better tell the medicine man （meaning myself） how he lost the power
of speech when he first tried to court a girl。〃 Two Strike；
although he was then close to eighty years of age； was visibly
embarrassed by their chaff。
〃Anyway； I stuck to the trail。 I kept on till I got what I
wanted；〃 he muttered。 And then came the story。
The old chief； his father； was very fond of the buffalo hunt；
and being accomplished in horsemanship and a fine shot； although
not very powerfully built； young Two Strike was already following
hard in his footsteps。 Like every proud father； his was giving him
every incentive to perfect his skill； and one day challenged his
sixteen…year…old son to the feat of 〃one arrow to kill〃 at the very
next chase。
It was midwinter。 A large herd of buffalo was reported by the
game scout。 The hunters gathered at daybreak prepared for the
charge。 The old chief had his tried charger equipped with a soft；
pillow…like Indian saddle and a lariat。 His old sinew…backed
hickory bow was examined and strung； and a fine straight arrow with
a steel head carefully selected for the test。 He adjusted a keen
butcher knife over his leather belt； which held a warm buffalo robe
securely about his body。 He wore neither shirt nor coat； although
a piercing wind was blowing from the northwest。 The youthful Two
Strike had his favorite bow and his swift pony； which was perhaps
dearer to him than his closest boy comrade。
Now the hunters crouched upon their horses' necks like an army
in line of battle； while behind them waited the boys and old men
with pack ponies to carry the meat。 〃Hukahey！〃 shouted the leader
as a warning。 〃Yekiya wo！〃 （Go） and in an instant all the ponies
leaped forward against the cutting wind； as if it were the start in
a horse race。 Every rider leaned forward； tightly wrapped in his
robe； watching the flying herd for an opening in the mass of
buffalo； a chance to cut out some of the fattest cows。 This was
the object of the race。
The chief had a fair start； his horse was well trained and
needed no urging nor guidance。 Without the slightest pull on the
lariat he dashed into the thickest of the herd。 The youth's pony
had been prancing and rearing impatiently； he started a little
behind； yet being swift passed many。 His rider had one clear
glimpse of his father ahead of him； then the snow arose in blinding
clouds on the trail of the bison。 The whoops of the hunters； the
lowing of the cows； and the menacing glances of the bulls as they
plunged along； or now and then stood at bay； were enough to unnerve
a boy less well tried。 He was unable to select his victim。 He had
been carried deeply into the midst of the herd and found himself
helpless to make the one sure shot； therefore he held his one arrow
in his mouth and merely strove to separate them so as to get his
chance。
At last the herd parted； and he cut out two fat cows； and was
maneuvering for position when a rider appeared out of the snow
cloud on their other side。 This aroused him to make haste lest his
rival secure both cows； he saw his chance； and in a twinkling his
arrow sped clear through one of the animals so that she fell
headlong。
In this instant he observed that the man who had joined him
was his own father； who had met with the same difficulties as
himself。 When the young man had shot his only arrow； the old chief
with a whoop went after the cow that was left； but as he gained her
broadside； his horse stepped in a badger hole and fell； throwing
him headlong。 The maddened buffalo； as sometimes happens in such
cases； turned upon the pony and gored him to death。 His rider lay
motionless； while Two Strike rushed forward to draw her attention；
but she merely tossed her head at him； while persistently standing
guard over the dead horse and the all but frozen Indian。
Alas for the game of 〃one arrow to kill！〃 The boy must think
fast； for his father's robe had slipped off； and he was playing
dead； lying almost naked in the bitter air upon the trampled snow。
His bluff would not serve； so he flew back to pull out his solitary
arrow from the body of the dead cow。 Quickly wheeling again； he
sent it into her side and she fell。 The one arrow to kill had
become one arrow to kill two buffalo！ At the council lodge that
evening Two Strike was the hero。
The following story is equally characteristic of him； and in
explanation it should be said that in the good old days among the
Sioux； a young man is not supposed to associate with girls until he
is ready to take a wife。 It was a rule with our young men；
especially the honorable and well…born； to gain some reputation in
the hunt and in war； the more difficult the feats achieved the
better； before even speaking to a young woman。 Many a life was
risked in the effort to establish a reputation along these lines。
Courtship was no secret； but rather a social event； often
celebrated by the proud parents with feasts and presents to the
poor； and this etiquette was sometimes felt by a shy or sensitive
youth as an insurmountable obstacle to the fulfilment of his
desires。
Two Strike was the son and grandson of a chief； but he could
not claim any credit for the deeds of his forbears。 He had not
only to guard their good name but achieve one for himself。 This he
had set out to do； and he did well。 He was now of marriageable age
with a war record； and admitted to the council； yet he did not seem
to trouble himself at all about a wife。 His was strictly a
bachelor career。 Meanwhile； as is apt to be the case； his parents
had thought much about a possible daughter…in…law； and had even
collected ponies； fine robes； and other acceptable goods to be
given away in honor of the event； whenever it should take place。
Now and then they would drop a sly hint； but with no perceptible
effect。
They did not and could not know of the inward struggle that
racked his mind at this period of his life。 The shy and modest
young man was dying for a wife； yet could not bear even to think of
speaking to a young woman！ The fearless hunter of buffaloes；
mountain lions； and grizzlies； the youth who had won his eagle
feathers in a battle with the Utes； could not bring himself to take
this tremendous step。
At last his father appealed to him directly。 〃My son；〃 he
declared； 〃it is your duty to take unto yourself a wife； in order
that the honors won by your ancestors and by yourself may be handed
down in the direct line。 There are several eligible young women in
our band whose parents have intimated a wish to have you for their
son…in…law。〃
Two Strike made no reply； but he was greatly disturbed。 He
had no wish to have the old folks select his bride； for if the
truth were told； his choice was already made。 He had simply lacked
the courage to go a…courting！
The next morning； after making an