The old man, Smoky Day, was for many years the best-known story- teller and historian of his tribe. He it was who told me the story of the War Maiden. In the old days it was unusual but not unheard of for a woman to go upon the war-path--per- haps a young girl, the last of her line, or a widow whose well-loved husband had fallen on the field--and there could be no greater incen- tive to feats of desperate daring on the part of the warriors. "A long time ago," said old Smoky Day, "the Unkpapa and the Cut-Head bands of Sioux united their camps upon a vast prairie east of the Minne Wakan (now called Devil's Lake). It was midsummer, and the people shared in the happiness of every living thing. We had food in abundance, for bison in count- less numbers overspread the plain.
"The teepee village was laid out in two great rings, and all was in readiness for the midsum- mer entertainments. There were ball games, feasts and dances every day, and late into the night. You have heard of the festivities of those days; there are none like them now," said the old man, and he sighed heavily as he laid down the red pipe which was to be passed from hand to hand during the recital.
"The head chief of the Unkpapas then was Tamakoche (His Country). He was in his time a notable warrior, a hunter and a feast- maker, much beloved by his people. He was the father of three sons, but he was so anxious to make them warriors of great reputation that they had all, despising danger, been killed in battle.
"The chief had also a very pretty daughter, whose name was Makatah. Since all his sons were slain he had placed his affections solely upon the girl, and she grew up listening to the praises of the brave deeds of her brothers, which her father never tired of chanting when they were together in the lodge. At times Makatah was called upon to dance to the 'Strong- Heart' songs. Thus even as a child she loved the thought of war, although she was the prettiest and most modest maiden in the two tribes.As shegrew into womanhood she became the belle of her father's village, and her beauty and spirit were talked of even among the neighboring bands of Sioux. But it appeared that Makatah did not care to marry. She had only two am- bitions. One was to prove to her father that, though only a maid, she had the heart of a war- rior. The other was to visit the graves of her brothers--that is, the country of the enemy.
"At this pleasant reunion of two kindred peo- ples one of the principal events was the Feast of Virgins, given by Makatah. All young maidens of virtue and good repute were invited to be present; but woe to her who should dare to pollute the sacred feast! If her right to be there were challenged by any it meant a public disgrace. The two arrows and the red stone upon which the virgins took their oath of chas- tity were especially prepared for the occasion. Every girl was beautifully dressed, for at that time the white doeskin gowns, with a profusion of fringes and colored embroidery, were the gala attire of the Sioux maidens. Red paint was added, and ornaments of furs and wampum. Many youths eagerly surveyed the maiden gath- ering, at which the daughter of Tamakoche out- shone all the rest.
"Several eligible warriors now pressed their suits at the chieftain's lodge, and among them were one or two whom he would have gladly called son-in-law; but no! Makatah would not listen to words of courtship. She had vowed, she said, to the spirits of her three brothers-- each of whom fell in the country of the Crows --that she would see that country before she became a wife.
"Red Horn, who was something of a leader among the young men, was a persistent and de- termined suitor. He had urged every influential friend of his and hers to persuade her to listen to him. His presents were more valuable than those of any one else. He even made use of his father's position as a leading chief of the Cut-Head band to force a decision in his favor; and while the maiden remained indifferent her father seemed inclined to countenance this young man's pretensions.
"She had many other lovers, as I have said," the old man added, "and among them was one Little Eagle, an orphan and a poor young man, unknown and unproved as a warrior. He was so insignificant that nobodythought much about him, and if Makatah regarded him with any favor the matter was her secret, for it is certain that she did not openly encourage him.
"One day it was reported in the village that their neighbors, the Cut- Head Sioux, would or- ganize a great attack upon the Crows at the mouth of the Redwater, a tributary of the Mis- souri. Makatah immediately inquired of her male cousins whether any of them expected to join the war-party.
"'Three of us will go,' they replied.
"'Then,' said the girl, 'I beg that you will allow me to go with you! I have a good horse, and I shall not handicap you in battle. I only ask your protection in camp as your kinswoman and a maid of the war-party.'
"'If our uncle Tamakoche sanctions your going,' they replied, 'we shall be proud to have our cousin with us, to inspire us to brave deeds!'
"The maiden now sought her father and asked his permission to accompany the war- party.
"'I wish,' said she, 'to visit the graves of my brothers! I shall carry with me their war-bon- nets and their weapons, to give to certain young men on the eve of battle, according to the an- cient custom. Long ago I resolved to do this, and the time is now come.'
"The chief was at this time well advanced in years, and had been sitting quite alone in his lodge, thinking upon the days of his youth, when he was noted for daring and success in battle. In silence he listened as he filled his pipe, and seemed to meditate while he smoked the fra- grant tobacco. At last he spoke with tears in his eyes.
