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cannot consent to indulge in the game," said the daughter, as she was 

 still placing quills on the robe. "She does not want to be in the game. 

 She will not look at the game," said they, as they all returned to the 

 other goal. 



In the evening the young men returned, well laden with' fresh 

 beeves and hides. "Hello! Daughter! Are you still inside. Speak 

 to me, please," said the father. "Yes, father, I am still here. I have 

 just refused emphatically to go to the shinny game, because you cau- 

 tioned me about it," said the daughter, laughing with signs of love. 

 "Good ! Good ! Dear child. I am so happy to know that you are 

 keeping your conscience aright and, in a womanly way, object to the 

 sport," said the father. The fathers aided her in dragging the beeves 

 and hides inside. In a short time she had the supper ready and all 

 pitched in for the big feast. While they were telling of their chase 

 after animals that day she was busy slicing the beef, till finally they all 

 retired. 



In the morning, before the sun had arisen, she had the breakfast 

 ready. "Father, get up and wake the others, for the breakfast is now 

 ready. Here in a pail is the water for you all," said she, taking a bite 

 of the food. "Say, brothers, get up, for our daughter says breakfast is 

 now ready. Here is the water. Drink it, and wash your faces," said 

 the real father. So they all got up and washed their faces. While they 

 were still eating the father said to his daughter, "Now, dear daughter, 

 I am here to give you my constant advice and also to warn you of any 

 dangerous encroachments. Remember not to be moved from your oc- 

 cupation by any out-of-door excitement. Don't pay any attention to 

 them if they repeatedly call for you to go out, to participate in the game. 

 Close your ears. Think of yourself intelligently and all will be well," 

 said the father. "All right, father, I shall endeavor not to be moved, 

 but get through my robes which I am making for all of you," said the 

 daughter with emphasis. So the young men fathers started off by dif- 

 ferent routes in search of more game for their subsistence. The real 

 father held back, still repeating the precautions to his daughter, and 

 when the rest had gone, he took a course to try his luck. 



Shortly after they had gone, and while she was still quilling the 

 robe, there came a big excitement in front of the door, at a short dis- 

 tance. The people talked, laughed and hooked their sticks together. 

 "Oh, Splinter- Foot, where are you? Come out quickly, for we are 

 losing this game. If yon cannot come, tell us," said they. The people 

 were hitting the ball in front and around the tipi and sometimes the 

 ball would strike the door and sides of the tipi. ' My father told me 



