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see who it is." She got oitt of bed, put on her leggings, and followed 

 the course of the music. She came to Clot-child, who sat facing the 

 other way. She put her hands on his shoulders. She said: "Who 

 are you? Are you the one playing? I can do nothing but come to 

 you." '"'Why did you come here at night? Are you not afraid?" he 

 said. "No, you attracted me. I could not sleep on account of your 

 playing. Can you take me as wife?" "That is difficult. You con- 

 stantly work, I am always traveling. I do not see what use I can be 

 to you." "But here I am out on the prairie with you. Why can you 

 not take me?" she said. "I thought you called me ugly and said I was 

 not good enough for you. I do not see how we can live together. 

 Well, then, I must go with you, I suppose." Instead of taking her 

 to his parents, he took her to the old woman to whose tent he had come. 

 ■"Oh, my grandson, you have put the other young men to shame, hand- 

 some as- they are, by getting this beautiful woman," said the old woman. 

 *'Am I not more beautiful than she?" he said. The old woman said: 

 ""I mean she is good at working quills." The young woman said not a 

 woVd. Then she led Clot-child to her own tent. They went in. It was 

 a fine tent, well furnished. She took a blanket embroidered with a bird. 

 They lay down together and spread this over themselves. She asked 

 liim: "What did you do to get me so easily?" He said: "When I 

 arrived I was told that you spoke badly of me," and he told her what he 

 had done. He said: "Now I will go back. I want to see my parents. 

 They have heard nothing about me. I have killed persons three times 

 on the way." Se he went back. Then he slept with his parents, lying 

 hetween them, and hugged and kissed them, and in the middle of the 

 night he went to our father, and he is now often spoken of in the lodges 

 (dances). "I am going to my father. As soon as you can, 1 want you 

 to tell my story, because I came to you," he said to his parents.^— K. 



131. — Blood-Clot-Boy and White-Owl. . 



In the fall of the year the people were on a buffalo himt. The 

 ■approach of winter was very discouraging to the people and stock. 

 The camp-circle was located near the river, at the edge of thick timber. 

 During this period Blood-Clot-Boy (or Searching-Child) was' born, 

 or became a part of the tribe. As the people went about at their usual 

 occupations, Blood-Clot-Boy grew up quite a young man, full of life 

 and ambition. 



• A favorite myth on the plains. Cf. Gros Ventre; Blackfoot (Grinnell, zq); Dakota (Riggs, 

 Contr. N. A. Ethn., IX, g;); DhegihafJ. O. Dorsey, Contr. N. A. Ethn., VI, 48). The Maidu myth of 

 Kutsem Yeponi, the conqueror who grew from a bead (Dixon, Bull. Am. Mus. Nat. Hist., XVII, ii, 5g), 

 seems to be a Californian equivalent. 



