Oct., 1903. Arapaho Traditions — Dorsey and Kroeber. 305 



One day the people saw a vast herd of buffalo at a short distance 

 and began to get ready for the chase. Blood-Clot-Boy, hearing of the 

 prospects for the day, went to prepare himself. When the hunting 

 party started off, he joined them. Reaching the vast herd on a broad 

 prairie, they made a charge on them, killing many fat ones. 



While the men were busy skinning their beeves, a dusty looking 

 cloud came out from the north. The wind then was very biting and 

 piercing and the clouds were traveling very low. 



"Well, we have got to go home soon, Blood-Clot-Boy. It is get- 

 ting very cold and the wind is whistling by us. Besides, remember 

 that you are yet a mere boy. So let us all go home with what we have," 

 said the men. ''Oh, no. We want to kill some more beeves. Well, you 

 folks are going home surely. Who says that there is such a thing as 

 White-Owl. For my part, I have no idea of his appearance. I have 

 never heard of any creature making snow. It is an impossible thing 

 to make snow. I will not go home until I get enough buffalo. Those 

 people try to make me think or believe that the storm or White-Owl 

 is coming to injure us," said Blood-Clot-Boy. In spite of all persuasion 

 given to him, the men loaded themselves with fresh beeves and started 

 toward home, leaving him behind. "Indeed, I don't have any faith in 

 White-Owl as being the originator of cold weather. I am not afraid of 

 him, besides there is no such person," said Blood-Clot-Boy, while the 

 men were leaving him. He sat on the ground facing toward the storm, 

 nicely wrapped up with a robe. The storm was raging furiously, and 

 in a short time the ground was fully covered with "white" snow. It 

 somewhat drifted into banks around him. But he was still watching 

 to see White-Owl flying about. On account of the severe wind, it was 

 impossible to see any distance. Still he was sitting on the ground, anx- 

 iously watching the falling of the snow before him. Finally through 

 a dense cloud he saw White-Owl flying up and down toward him, and 

 the storm began to get worse. He then turned around and sat down 

 again on the ground, facing toward the south, neatly covered up with 

 his robe. After White-Owl had produced more wind with snow 

 around him, he lighted a short distance in front of Blood-Clot-Boy. 

 "Well, man, you may know that this is the way that I always do when 

 I am feeling happy. I am the one who brings this kind of season. Just 

 look at my power, will you ?" said White-Owl, flapping his broad wings. 

 "Yes, that is good," said Blood-CIot-Boy, with sarcasm. When White- 

 Owl heard this remark he raised his head and flapped his wings, which 

 caused more wind and snow to drift closely around him. Still he didn't 

 move from his seat. 



