32 Field Columbian Museum — Anthropology, Vol. VII. 



blanket, an eagle feather on his head, and his dress was a fine one. 

 He came to where the woman was, and the woman said: "I was 

 waiting for you. What were you doing?" The boy said, "Wait, I 

 want to take off my clothes." He went where the woman was, and they 

 lay together. Then the woman said, "I want more." So she lay down 

 again, and they acted like horses. The boy smiled at her and she 

 kicked like a mare. They were together a long time. The sun was 

 going down. The boy smiled at the woman again and lifted his head 

 up, and he saw the two boys up in the tree. He got up and ran. 



The woman said, "What is the matter. Come back. I will not 

 kick any more." Just as the boy was going to the brush he looked 

 back and pointed up in the tree, and she looked up in the tree and saw 

 the boys. She would not go and get her dress, but she stayed right 

 on the ground. One of the boys said, "Old woman, get your dress 

 and go home." She said, "We were here under this shade tree, but 

 we did not suspect there was anybody else." So the boys went home 

 that night. The boy that acted like a horse died the same night. The 

 next night, the woman died. 



26. — The Deceived Boy. 



A boy and his grandmother were living together. One day the boy 

 went hunting with the old woman, and they found a deer. The boy 

 shot at the deer and killed it. "Grandmother," said he, "did I kill 

 him?" The old woman said, "No, he ran off." So they started home. 

 The boy went hunting again. The old woman had some white beans 

 cooking ; so she went over and got a piece of meat from the dead deer, 

 to cook with the beans. When the boy got back from hunting, she gave 

 him supper, and the boy said to the old woman, "These beans smell 

 like meat." The old woman said, "Do not say that, because we have no 

 meat to cook." The boy said again, "These beans smell like meat to 

 me." So the boy said, "Grandmother, give me my meat." Then the 

 boy said, "My grandmother hid the deer that I killed, and just gave me 

 some beans, but I can smell the deer meat just the same. 1 



27. — The Boy and Old Cheat. 



Once there was an Indian town in which lived Old Cheat. Old 

 Cheat would take all the pretty girls and fine horses the people had. 

 There was once a boy and his grandfather out butchering a buffalo, 



1 Compare Kroeber and Dorsey, Traditions of the Arapaho, Nos. 126, 128; Kroeber, Cheyenne, 

 J. A. Folk-Lore, Vol. XII., p. 169; Farrand, Chilcotin, p. 35; Morice, Trans. Can. Inst., Vol. IV., p. 171; 

 Boas. Indianische Sagen, p. 229; Petitot, Traditions, pp. 84, 226; Holm, Sagn, p. 31; Kink, Tales, p 09, 

 Boas, 6th Rep. Bur. Ethn., p. 62;. 



