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28 RED PLUME: stamp on ‘his wife’s jewelry, and throw her poodle dog out of ihe window, because there were no fragile dishes, no jewelry, and no poodle dog appertaining to the lodge; but he scolded her vigorously in the Blackfeet dialect, pulled her hair, tore off her ornaments of brass and tinsel, and ended by striking her such a violent blow in the face, that it knocked her senseless. This exhibition of passion did not tend to put him in any better humor with himself or the rest of Indiankind, and it might have been supposed that he would soon come into col- lision with Kotselo; but, he did nothing of the kind. ‘The fact-is, the Fat Bear, who had grown so: fatthat-he was al- most unmanageable, was something of a coward;and he well knew that he would come off second best, in case of a personal conflict with the young and active warrior. Therefore, he preferred to wait, eepeetary to secure his: nities in some other manner. 7 Kotselo, in common with other wauitlors; felt that. the vil- lage had been disgraced, as well as injured, by the manner in which the chief had conducted his. expedition, and he burned to avenge the death of his comrades, and retrieve the lost laurels of the band. He was ardent-and fond of adven- ture, and anxious to distinguish himself on the war-path, and was already known and honored as a skillful leader, as well as a brave and successful warrior. ) He did not waste time in thought, but as soon as. the first fierce ebullition of grief had subsided, and the noise of the lamentations had died away, he went to his tent, arrayed him- self'in his war-paint and costume, mounted his best horse, bearing a long pole with a red flag at the end, and the tip trimmed with eagles’ feathers; and rode ‘around. avn oe lodges, smging his war-song. | , This was the Blackfeet method of drumming up recruits for a war-party, and Kotselo’s peripatetic enlistment office was em- inently successful, for warrior after warrior mounted his horse and fellinto his train, all continuing the march among the lodges, and singing the war-song, until he dad at. his com- ymand a dozen of the best and derma Lt men in fixe village. - The red-plumed warrior, as the one who made ciseained the party, was its rightful leader, and those who had enlisted under comiclbooks.con