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camped, looking for leavings. Hearing some one crying, he listened, 

 putting his ear to the ground. He thought there must be a man in that 

 place and pitied him. Then he called his mother, who came and asked : 

 "What is it ?" The young wolverine said : "I found a person in a 

 hole, crying for help. I want him fcr my brother; please take him 

 out." The wolverine said to him: "Son, I have not the power alone; 

 I will call the wolves, the coyotes, and the badgers." Then all the 

 wolves and coyotes and badgers and wolverines came in long files to 

 where this man was buried. The old wolverine said: "Please dig out 

 this man. whom my son took for his brother." Then a wolf dug him 

 out, and the man emerged, looking thin and long and dark. He was 

 nearly dead and too weak to stand or walk. Then the wolf said : "Now 

 I have brought him out for you ; eat him if you want to." "No," said 

 the mother of the young wolverine. "My son asks that this man may be 

 his brother. Please do as he asks and do not eat the person." Then 

 they all consented. The wolf went off, and, coming back, brought 

 dry buffalo meat, which he gave to the man to strengthen him. The 

 coyote went and brought meat from the backbone. Then the badger 

 went off and brought back pemmican. The wolverine started out and 

 came back, bringing fine tongue already cooked. All this they gave 

 the young man to eat. When he had eaten he went with the wolves 

 and other animals and lived with them. They provided him with food 

 until he had regained his strength. They asked him : "Do you feel 

 strong enough to go back?" He said: "Yes." Then they told him: 

 "Go home, and when you have returned, ask your brother: 'Do 

 you love your wife?' If he says: 'No, I love you more,' then tell him 

 to send his wife out on the prairie with pemmican and stuffed guts for 

 us." Then the young man went off. Meanwhile his elder brother and 

 his sister-in-law continued to be outdoors mourning for him, cry- 

 ing because they did not know what had become of him. In his 

 father's tent was his bed, still neatly kept ; no one sat or slept on it. 

 The young man came home at night and lay down in his own bed. In 

 the morning the old man saw a person in the bed. He said to him : 

 "Please get cut of that bed ! It is my son's bed, and it is for no one 

 to lie on." The person did not wake, and again the old man said : 

 "Get up, young man ! The bed belongs to my son ; no one must sleep 

 there." The young man continued to sleep. A third time the old man 

 told him, and then a fourth time. Then the young man got up and 

 said : "I am your son." When his mother heard him she fell down 

 from joy. Then his elder brother was sent for and came, and it was 



