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the old folks. Entering, she said, with a slurring voice : "Here are 

 the leg muscles for you folks to roast." Although the parents were 

 somewhat touched by the manner of their daughter they coolly received 

 the beef. Without much conversation, they roasted it and ate it with 

 relish. 



One bright morning this son-in-law went out again for more 

 game, leaving the same restrictions upon his wife. Before he had gone 

 far he spied a vast herd of buffalo, collected in a ravine, because the 

 snow was then drifting in banks. Slowly, but surely, he reached the 

 herd at good range and shot the biggest and fattest one. The animal, 

 feeling the painful wound, groaned, which made the animals run away. 

 This animal, although perhaps fatally shot, got away with the rest. 

 Of course the son-in-law could not begin to track the animal, because 

 the snow was quite heavy and the wind was very piercing. 



The hunter returned and reached his tipi completely tired out. 

 Entering, he said to his wife, who was still placing tallow separately 

 in parfleches and bags for the future: '"You may go over and tell 

 your father that I have wounded a big fat buffalo, but he got away 

 with the rest. So I want him to go out at once and go over that 

 raviile and track the animal for the hide and beef. Tell him to be in 

 a hurry. Let him take the knife, for the animal may have dropped 

 dead on the trail." So the wife went out briskly and entered the tipi, 

 which was well smoked, but the parents were in hunger all the time. 

 Said she with a voice of command : "Say, my husband has just re- 

 turned and reported that he has wounded a fat buffalo and it got away 

 with the rest. He wants the old man to go over to that ravine and follow 

 the trail of the herd. It may be that the animal dropped dead on the 

 way. So go very soon." So the old man took his knife and started to 

 the place mentioned. Reaching the ravine he followed the trail of the 

 vast herd through the walls of snow, for a great distance. 



While he was looking ahead in the direction of the trail, he came 

 to some clotted blood lying on top of the snow, frozen, but there 

 were no further signs of blcod. Thinking that he had gone quite a dis- 

 tance and finding no clue, he said, 'Well, I am alone, and it is getting 

 towards evening, besides the cold weather has begun. I think I shall 

 turn around and go back. Perhaps it will be providing for my family 

 to take up this clotted blood, so we can have blood soup. I know that 

 they are quite hungry." So he took it up and carried it under his arm 

 on the robe. Reaching the camp, he walked very slowly and finally 

 got to his own tipi, after sunset. He entered, and taking his seat by 

 her, said to his poor wife, who was sitting close to the door, marking 



