Little Moccasin threw his arms affectionately around Blue Wing’s neck, vowing that they never would part again in life.
Then they both were put aboard a lightning express train, which look them to within a short distance of the old camp on the Rosebud.
When Little Moccasin arrived at his father’s tepee, riding beautiful Blue Wing, now rested and frisky, the whole camp flocked around him; and when he told them of his great daring, of his capture and his escape, Running Antelope, the big warrior of the Uncapapas and the most noted orator of the tribe, proclaimed him a true hero, and then and there begged his pardon for having called him a “coffee-cooler.” In the evening Little Moccasin was honored by a great feast and the name of “Rushing Lightning,” Wakee-watakeepee, was bestowed upon him—and by that name he is known to this day.
a young agassiz
WAUKEWA’S EAGLE
BY JAMES BUCKHAM