Then came another storm alike but fiercer than the first, and when it passed he saw the form of a horse. Then came a third storm, more terrible than the others, and when it passed he went down upon the field of battle and there he found his old dun horse, sore of back, and crippled and poor as when he had first found him. And the brave was sad for he knew that it Was his disobedience and impetuosity that had brought about the disaster.

The horse did not upbraid him, but said, "Ti-wa-ra (the god of Court House Rock) has let me return, and for your filial devotion to your grandmother, and for your kind treatment of a crippled and worn-out horse, and because of your sorrow, I am here ; but hereafter, do just that which I tell you, no more, no less.

"Now lead me away through yonder gap to the other valley and leave me there. Return alone tomorrow, and tomorrow, and for ten tomorrows."

He followed the directions, and on the morrow he returned, and found his old dun horse and a beautiful white gelding. This he took to the village and it was better than the horses ridden by other Pawnee braves. The next tomorrow, he rode home a coal black steed, and so each succeeding day he rode another horse of another color into the village, grey, roan, pinto, bay, etc., and each was finer than the ponies ridden by other braves.