3o8 Field Columbian Museum — Anthropology, Vol. V. 



out and get a wolf's hide, have his limbs painted in red from knee 

 joints to the feet, then get a big flank, mostly of cartilage, and place 

 it along the side of the wolf's hide. After this is done, I go over to a 

 high hill, close to a cedar tree and dig a circle with a small opening 

 at the side. Then I cover the circle with thin layers of grass and 

 willow sticks and then place this wolf on top of it. Just after the sun 

 sets, I enter this pit or trap hole without eating anything for the day. 

 I close the opening with grass and brushes and remain all night long. 

 During the day,, if I catch the eagles, I pull out the feathers from them 

 and stake the eagle tail feathers around the edge of this pit, together 

 with the eagle breath feathers. Then I take a stick and attach the 

 feathers to it," said Blood-Clot-Boy. (This refers to war bonnets and 

 club-boards, lances and other weapons as well.) ''This is very good. 

 It is surprising to know that you are well posted on these things. I 

 think that you are a nice man, after all," said White-Owl. 



"Well, now, I would like to know how you manage to get fire? 

 From what source do you get fire ? You seem to know so rr^uch," said 

 White-Owl, loudly (thunder in the clouds), flapping its broad wings 

 and tail, which brought more snow, sleet and rain, and then a very 

 cold wind following. "Well, I thought you would know about it, since 

 you claim to be a powerful 'man'," said Blood-Clot-Boy, rising from his 

 seat and walking off toward the southwest, causing that portion of the 

 ground to be like a sultry spring day. Though the ground was very 

 wet, yet the sun shone very hot, and there was a calm over the earth. 

 Reaching a small hill, he searched around and found a flint stone, went 

 down the river and got dry pith, also picked up some grass for kindling 

 and then picked up an armful of dry wood. "These are the elements 

 of fire. Watch me, here I go. There is a fire," said Blood-Clot-Boy, 

 getting away from it and taking his seat again. "Well, well ! You are 

 very cute. I did not think that you would succeed, but here you have 

 made the fire," said White-Owl. 



"Say, I am getting quite hungry. You and I have been a long 

 time together," said White-Owl, with no more blizzard. "All right,"' 

 said Blood-Clot-Boy, starting ofif toward the river. He reached a 

 leaning dead cottonwood tree. So he pulled off a large piece of bark^ 

 then the thin layer next to the trunk. Carrying these he went off a dis- 

 tance and found a dead cottonwood log lying on the ground. He took 

 a piece from it and started back to the fire. Seating himself close to 

 the fire he took a stick and pierced the bark, and held it over the fire 

 for some time, until it was a roasted tenderloin. He took this out from 

 the fire and then stuck this thin layer of cottonwood and held it over 



