He ran to the bank, jumped in and dived, and came up in the middle of the river, and started to swim across.  The rest of the Blackfeet saw one of their number swimming across the river, and they said to each other:  “Who is that?  Why did not some one stop him?” While he was swimming across, the man who had been making the speech saw him and went down to meet him.  He said:  “Who can this man be, swimming across the river?  He is a stranger.  I will go down and meet him, and kill him.”  As the boy was getting close to the shore, the man waded out in the stream up to his waist, and raised his knife to stab the swimmer.  When Api-k[)u]nni got near him, he dived under the water and came up close to the man, and thrust the beaver stick through his body, and the man fell down in the water and died.  Api-k[)u]nni caught the body, and dived under the water with it, and came up on the other side where he had left his friend.  Then all the Blackfeet set up the war whoop, for they were glad, and they could hear a great crying in the camp.  The people there were sorry for the man who was killed.

People in those days never killed one another, and this was the first man ever killed in war.

They dragged the man up on the bank, and Api-k[)u]nni said to his brother, “Cut off those long hairs on the head.”  The young man did as he was told.  He scalped him and counted coup on him; and from that time forth, people, when they went to war, killed one another and scalped the dead enemy, as this poor young man had done.  Two others of the main party came to the place, and counted coup on the dead body, making four who had counted coup.  From there, the whole party turned about and went back to the village whence they had come.

When they came in sight of the lodges, they sat down in a row facing the camp.  The man who had killed the enemy was sitting far in front of the others.  Behind him sat his friend, and behind Wolf Tail, sat the two who had counted coup on the body.  So these four were strung out in front of the others.  The chief of the camp was told that some people were sitting on a hill near by, and when he had gone out and looked, he said:  “There is some one sitting way in front.  Let somebody go out and see about it.”  A young man ran out to where he could see, and when he had looked, he ran back and said to the chief, “Why, that man in front is the poor young man.”

The old chief looked around, and said:  “Where is that young woman, my wife?  Go and find her.”  They went to look for her, and found her out gathering rosebuds, for while the young man whom she loved was away, she used to go out and gather rosebuds and dry them for him.  When they found her, she had her bosom full of them.  When she came to the lodge, the chief said to her:  “There is the man you love, who has come.  Go and meet him.”  She made ready quickly and ran out and met him.  He said:  “Give her that hair of the dead man.  Here is his knife.  There is the coat he had on, when I killed him.  Take these things back to the camp, and tell the people who made fun of you that this is what you promised them at the time of that dance.”