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man who was gathering wood heard a baby crying in the pit (the 

 young man had been transformed into a baby). The old woman soon 

 procured a rope and with it, got the baby out and took it. She inquired 

 where its tipi was, and the baby said, "Grandmother, I have no tipi." 

 The old woman said: "I will raise you. I have two grandsons you 



can play with." 



The baby grew very rapidly and in a short time was as large as his 



foster brothers. 



Once when the camp was in great need of meat the boy said to his 

 grandmother, "Give me some buffalo hide to make hoops." After they 

 had been made, he said to his foster brothers, "Let's have a game of 

 hoops." He then said to his brother, "Stand by the door of the tipi 

 and roll the hoop to me, and when you roll it, make a wish for any kind 

 of buffalo— bull, cow or calf." So the boy took the hoop and rolled 

 it and said, "Here goes a young bull." The boy drew his bow and 

 shot an arrow at the hoop, hitting it in the center, and when the hoop 

 turned over, it was a young fat buffalo bull. 



The grandmother who was outside the tipi at the time, heard the 

 glad shoutings of her grandchildren inside the tipi, and hurried in to 

 see the cause of it. When she saw what it was, she closed the tipi 

 door and butchered the buffalo and afterwards inquired all about it 

 of her own grandchildren. The grandchildren said, "We have a won- 

 derful little brother," and told the grandmother all. She then wanted 

 to see him do it herself. He did it for his grandmother and this time 

 an old fat bull was killed. This was butchered as before, but she saved 

 the blood, which turned to red paint. 



One day the boy saw a number of young men passing the tipi and 

 inquired of his grandmother where they were going, and she informed 

 him that there was a pretty red bird, and the chief desired to have it. 

 and he offered his daughter to any one getting the bird. The boy 

 determined that he too would try and get the bird. He accompanied 

 the young men, and soon killed the red bird and as he was returning 

 with it. Old Man Coyote approached him and said, "Did you kill it?" 

 "Of course I did," replied the boy. "Let me see it," said Old Man 

 Coyote. When the boy showed it to him, he snatched it and ran off 



with it. 



Shortly afterwards the boy again saw more young men passing 

 the tipi and inquired where they were going. His grandmother said, 

 "There is a red fox which the chief wants very much to have, and will 

 give his daughter in marriage to any one for its pelt." 



The boy made a trap to catch the fox and succeeded in so doing, 



