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disappeared. Where the water was shallow he saw the fish, caught it, 

 and cut it open. There was Nih'a'^ga^ inside. ''Come out, my friend," 

 said the man, and Nih'a'^ga*^ came out smiling." — K. 



57. — Nih'a^ca'* sharpens his Leg and dives on the Ice." 



Nih"a°ga" went to visit his friend. When he arrived, his friend 

 said to him : "Come in, come in ! Well, my friend, sit down here." 

 Then he went out. Nih a^ga"^ peeped out and saw him sharpening his 

 leg. When he had sharpened his leg he saw him go unconcernedly 

 out on the prairie. Then he called : "Hoi, hoi, hoi, hoi," and drove out 

 the buffalo. Then Nih'a'^a" saw him kick one of them and kill it. 

 Then he pursued another and kicked it and again struck it down. Thus 

 he killed four. Then he came back and skinned them and brought in 

 the meat. Nih a'^ga'* ate busily ; then, as he started to go home, he said : 

 "Now, my friend, you must come to my tent also." Then he went oflf. 



After a time this man went to visit Nih a"ga'', and when he arrived, 

 "Wa^hei, wa^hei, wa^hei, my friend ! Come, sit down," said Nih a'^qa" 

 to him. "Now, my friend," he said again, "sit here and wait for me; 

 I will cofne back." So Nih'a^ga" left the tent, and sitting down on the 

 ground, began to sharpen his leg . After he had sharpened it, he went 

 out on the prairie and alarmed the buffalo, calling: "Hoi, hoi, hoi!" 

 He drove one of them away from the herd and, kicked it. But when he 

 had kicked it, he was unable to pull out his leg, and the buffalo dragged 

 him along. After some time his friend said : "I wonder what my friend 

 is doing." He went out and saw him being dragged along by the buf- 

 falo. Thereupon he pulkd him out, and after he had pulled him out 

 he said to him: "Now look carefully! This is the way to do it.", 

 Then he killed four. He did what Nih'a°ga" had wanted to do. After 

 they had eaten, his friend went off, saying to Nih'a^ga*': "Now, my 

 friend, it is your turn to come to me." 



Then, after a while, Nih'a"(;a'* visited him again. "Wa^hei ! Come, 

 sit down, my friend," the man told him. After Nih'a"Qa'' sat down, the 

 man said to his wife : "Come, hand me my feathers." Then his wife 

 got them out as readily as if they were lying on top. "Now give me 

 white paint," he said, and his wife gave it to him. "Well, now give me 

 my shoulder belt and my whistle," he said again, and she gave them 

 both. Then, after he had painted himself and put on his wings, he 

 and his friend Nih'a"ga" went out together towards the water where 

 there was a round hole in the ice. "Now look at me, my friend," the 



' .Added as an episode in the o iginal was a version of the preceding tale, No. 55. 

 ' From a text, informant C. 



