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pair, then on those at the outside, and began to run away at full speed. 

 When they had reached a small hill, she placed a pair of woman's leg- 

 gings, then continued their escape. 



By this time Big Owl returned and hooted at the top of the tipi, 

 but there was no answer from below. "You can't get away from me,'' 

 said Big Owl, lighting in front of the door. "Well, well ! Here is a 

 pair of moccasins," said Big Owl, entering the tipi. "Here is another 

 pair they left behind," said Big Owl, looking around inside and he found 

 that the boy had been carried away by his mother. "You cannot get 

 away from me," said he, taking up the stone club. With all fury he ran 

 around and around, counting the porcupine quills on the insteps of the 

 moccasins. After finishing those inside, he began with those on the 

 outside. "Oh, no, they cannot get away," said Big Owl, starting off 

 with full speed. Reaching a small hill, he came to a pair of woman's 

 leggings. 



This woman, with her boy, reached a bottom and spread the hand- 

 some short shirt on the ground, then continued their escape. Big 

 Owl, after having counted all the porcupine quills on the leggings said 

 with anger, "You can't get away from me. There is no place for you to 

 hide." 



When Big Owl reached this short shirt, the woman stopped on 

 elevated ground and spread a scalp-lock shirt. "My dear boy, run fast, 

 for we want to get away from him.'' "Oh, mother, he will overtake this 

 shirt and then go for us," said the boy, almost out of breath. "Oh, no, 

 dear, I am going to kill him later on." said the mother. Big Owl was 

 still counting the porcupine quills on the short shirt. He went around 

 until he had counted every quill, then went on. After the mother 

 and boy had left the scalp-lock shirt, they ceased running, for rest. 

 "Well, dear boy, don't get scared, for he is far behind. Let us walk the 

 rest of the way," said the mother. "Oh, no, mother, he is coming fast," 

 said the boy. "My boy, look at him, he is still running around the 

 scalp-lock shirt and counting the quills." said the mother. "Well, let us 

 run again." said the boy, with fear. 



Reaching nice level ground, she took from the bundle a beautiful 

 stake-pin robe and spread it evenly. "Now, dear boy, let us continue our 

 journey. I think he is getting tired by this time," said the mother. 



At this time the big owl had left the scalp-lock shirt and was run- 

 ning very slowly after the woman and the boy. 



The mother with her boy walked up to a small hill again and spread 

 the image or shadow robe, then further on the eagle-design robe. 



