"Five winters in hunting we'll spend

-- we'll spend Five winters in hunting we'll spend.

When youths grown to men,

We'll to war lead again, And our davs like our fathers' will end."

The last line indicates the fatalistic resignation.

Thus the teachings went on from one generation to another, and the glories of war were forever dangled before the eyes of the young braves. He who cautiously dared to plead for peace was contemptuously dubbed a squaw.

Woman life among the nomads of the plains has another side. Conflict was forced upon her and not of her nature. Subdued by long years of motherhood and slaughtered children, her ambitions were for the more humble domesticity. Like her white sister, she admired the brave, but feared the dread consequences of conflict. Whenever her man left home, she knew not that he would ever return.

Captain Hobbs tells the pathetic story of his Indian wife, "The Spotted Fawn."

When he bade her and their half-breed son "good-by," to return to the settlements, he promised to come back, but she feared he would never do so. She tried every wile known to a woman's heart to get him to give up his intended journey, she held their little brown baby up to be kissed, and then clung to him pleading with him. But when she knew that it was useless to plead longer, she hugged her child to her bosom and ran shrieking into the night. Their second son, soon to be, was prematurely born, as the result of the intensity of her emotion.