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much to see his face and hear his voice in the daytime. Well, perhaps 

 he will meet me at the river some time," said she faintly. So she got 

 up, taking the vessel, and went out quickly. When she started off 

 on the trail, in anxiety to see her lover, this white dog came out from 

 the side of the tipi, bearing that finger-mark, and ran on ahead, follow- 

 ing the trail and prancing about. "Oh, pshaw! Can that be possible? 

 Well, well ! A dog coming into my tipi and sleeping with me. For 

 nothing could I begin to do that, for I do consider my body a dear one. 

 I have refused many whose faces are charming. I do hate to be mar- 

 ried. Oh, my ! That is a dreadful thing! I do wonder if it is my own 

 finger-mark ?" said she, not bothering the dog for fear it might be no- 

 ticed. Reaching the river, she dipped out water with the vessel and 

 started back hastily to her tipi. This white dog followed the woman at 

 a certain distance, without being molested, and went back to her side 

 and sat down. ''Now, I must be getting some more wood for myself, 

 and maybe I can free myself from this company," said she, taking her 

 lariat. 



So she went out to the timber by herself. This white dog started 

 on ahead and jumped about in front of her. "Oh, pshaw ! This white 

 dog places a disgrace upon me, although nobody knows it. Here ! Get 

 away from me, you rascal !" said she, picking up a little stick and throw- 

 ing it at him. The white dog then ran off and stopped just at the out- 

 skirts of the camp and remained, looking at her. Finally she reached 

 and began to gather some firewood, when the white dog came run- 

 ning up to her, wagging its tail. "Oh, pshaw! I cannot stand this!" 

 said she, just about to start for home. So she took up her stone axe 

 and struck with* all her might at the dog, inflicting on one of his ears 

 a wound which brought some blood. The white dog, being very much 

 hurt, ran off with pitiable cries, which lasted for some time. As this 

 white dog was on the way to his own home, his ear bled much and 

 finally the blood clotted. There was another big camp-circle below 

 the river, where this young man belonged. Entering his own parents' 

 tipi, he said to them : "Oh, father and dear mother, I am here agam 

 tc be with you. Say, you old folks, make some moccasins and leggings 

 and shirts as soon as you can. You may know that I was married out 

 there and that my wife got mad and struck my ear, which bled consider- 

 ably. I wish" you would make about seven pair of each kind," said he 

 with sympathy and much earnestness. 



At this time the daughter returned to her tipi, carrying a load of 

 dry wood, liberated from the dog. In the evening she was restless 

 from the fact that her condition was changing all the time. She went 



