They knew that such a movement would entail conflicts with their hereditary enemy, hence no village of small proportions would hazard the undertaking.

In the village was one very old and neglected squaw, who, by silent consent and the custom of the tribe, was to be left behind. What cruel purpose or tradition originated this custom, I know not, but frequently the old and infirm, particularly squaws, were left behind, when villages moved, and when the meagre supply of food left them was exhausted, they generally died of starvation.

In this case, the withered and crippled Pawnee squaw had a grandson who was one of the promising young braves of the tribe. Heeding not the names and jibes of his fellow braves and refusing to revere the ancient and wicked custom, he returned to the fragile lodge of his maternal ancestor, and assisted her to pack and follow. They plodded along behind the main caravan, frequently living on the refuse left by the well-provisioned people, and one day they came upon a horse. It, too, was crippled and stiff and old, was dun of color and its back was sore, and it was very poor. Partly because of compassion and not washing to leave the old horse to the mercy of prowling, camp-following beasts, and partly because Ik- wanted oik- horse, however poor, the young brave took the half-starved animal along, and found it of much service in carrying their

After many days they reached the base of the eminence now known as Court House Rock, and just east and north thereof a little