"Now, you must not refuse me," said the professor. "I'm no ordinary white man. I'm a 'Wolf.'" The effect was magical. The Indian hitched up his horses and did not even want to take pay for his trouble.
When the reservation was reached Professor Starr saw an old man making a rattle, he wanted it.
"How much?" he inquired.
"One dollar, white man," was the reply.
Professor Starr, however, had no intention of paying this exorbitant price. He determined to play the "Wolf" again.
"I'm no ordinary white man," he said. "I'm a 'Wolf,' a brother. You won't charge me more than 50 cents." The Indian took the half-dollar.
Farther on the professor found a corn mask used in a sacred dance. He wanted this to take back to Chicago with him.
"One dollar, white man," said the squaw who owned it. The "Wolf" had served him twice and the professor resolved to try it thrice.
"I'm no common white man," he declared. "I'm a 'Wolf.' You shouldn't charge me more than 50 cents."
"No difference, white man," she replied. "I'm 'Bear' (another totem who are rivals of the 'Wolves'). Pay one dollar."