"Slapped-in-the-Face, take that one."
"Slapped-in-the-Face, take that one."
"Hollow Back, you take that one."
"Who-is-Struck-in-the-Back, you have that one."
"Crooked Legs, there is yours."
"Red Bank, take that one."
"The-Man-Who-Strikes-the-Sun, here is yours."
"Bear's Child, this is for you."
"Wolf Teeth, cut that one up," etc.
In stentorian voice this man would divide the spoil, and soon the pound was full of men and women taking off the robes, cutting up the meat, and "packing" these to the tents. In a little while the new pound is left to the dogs, who in their turn hold high carnival among the refuse, fighting and feeding to the full. Not one buffalo is allowed to escape. The young and the poor must die with the strong and fat, for it is believed that if these were spared they would tell the rest, and so make it impossible to bring any more buffalo into a pound.