I addressed the chief, whom I knew: "What have I done to the Morning Star of the Arrapahoes, that I should be taken and watched like a sheep of the Watchinangoes ?" The chief smiled and put his hand upon my shoulders.

"The Arrapahoes," said he, "love the young Owato Wanisha and his pale-faced brothers, for they are great warriors, and can beat their enemies with beautiful blue fires from the heavens.

The Arrapahoes know all; they are a wise people.
They will take Owato Wanisha to their own tribe that he may show his skill to them, and make them warriors.

He shall be fed with the fattest and sweetest dogs.

He will become a great warrior among the Arrapahoes.
So wish our prophets.