Another stormy evening a lively crowd of Indians came into my lodge and sat around the fire. Two Guns, son of the head-chief White Calf, with his wife and family were there, also the family of Mad Wolf. Two Guns and his wife were [[136]]great talkers and fond of repartee. He was in a good humor that night and said, to make the others laugh:
“I see your lodge has a black top like a stormy sky. It must be a bad-weather-lodge and the cause of this big storm.”
“That cannot be,” I replied. “We have often used it when there were no clouds and the country was dry.”
Said Two Guns: “Is it because you come from the smoky-city that your tepee smokes so badly?” At this joke the crowd all laughed, and he said: “White Weasel, tell us what the medicine of your tepee forbids your doing.”
I replied: “There are so many things I could not begin to tell.”
At this every one was pleased. They all liked the repartee. The young wife of Two Guns was preparing her pipe for a smoke, so I offered her my tobacco bag. Her husband said:
“Lookout! White Weasel! If you mix any love-medicine with that tobacco, I may lose my wife.”
I told him it was already too late. He laughed and said:
“If your love-medicine acts that quickly, I shall probably lose her before we get home.”