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came a large white dog, wagging his tail, and smiling at her. "Oh, 

 pshaw ! If this is the creature that slept with me last night, I do not 

 want him," she said. She saw her finger-marks on the dog's back in 

 red paint. She got mad and took her axe and struck him on the fore- 

 head. She then left the dog and went home in despair, disgusted. 

 When she got up the next morning she was in a family way. but she 

 kept this secret, staying in her tent pretty closely, doing less work. One 

 night she gave birth to twin dogs, male and female, which she loved 

 and carefully cared for. She would keep inside her tipi, at the same 

 time doing her work. The little puppies grew rapidly and played by 

 the tipi door. They would sometimes get outside, but she took them 

 inside and gave them things to play with. Of course the little ones 

 would go to their mother and she nursed them from her breast. One 

 morning, when she slept quite late, the little ones got out and started 

 off. When she awoke, she found that her puppies had wandered off. 

 She got scared and went and found their tracks, pointing in a straight 

 direction. After putting up her luncheon and providing herself with 

 leggings and moccasins, she followed their trail. She followed them, 

 seeing the tracks like little puppies, until noon, when the tracks became 

 like those of hiimans. 



Since she was on the proper trail, she decided to keep on. She 

 said, 'T am going to find my children for L cannot live without them. 

 I love them dearly." The tracks were fresh then, leading toward the 

 sunset. She was walking very fast this time, expecting to catch up 

 with them. It was about sundown, when, in front of her, she saw a 

 tipi painted red, facing toward her. "I am glad to get my children 

 back," she said, seeing them playing outside. When she went near 

 the tipi she saw a man's shadow inside, and heard the children asking 

 thei^ father to receive her. "Oh, father! Our mother is coming! Will 

 you please let her come in ! We love her dearly ! . Can you do what 

 we want you to do?" asked the children. But the father would not 

 answer. The fourth time the father said to the children, ''Let her come 

 in." When she went in' she saw a man painted red and with a robe jn 

 white paint (lime), sitting at the center of the back of the tipi. His 

 forehead was wrapped with a white skin and he was looking toward 

 the ground, paying no attention to her. The little ones were still 

 amusing themselves, inside and outside. "I have traveled all day long 

 in search of my children, and have tracked them into this tipi of yours," 

 said the woman. "Well ! I am the man who went into your tent and 

 slept with you. I went to meet you one morning in the timber and 



