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ofSf her dress again and lay down naked and placed the food on her chest, 

 without any remark. While she was gettins^ ready, the visitor rubbed 

 his nose, and smacked his lips and slightly hung his head. But it pleased 

 him, "Good, you have furbished the right kind. Bless your heart!'' 

 said he joyfully. Advancing himself to his bowl, he pulled out 

 from his scabbard, a stone knife and began to cut his meat. The visitor 

 didn't say much, but kept on eating, for he was quite hungry. Just 

 before he finished his meal, he said, as he took the last swallow, "Some- 

 times a person accidentally strikes his bowl." With that sharp knife, 

 he cut a streak on her stomach, which instantly killed the woman. 



From this woman, being pregnant and about to give birth, there 

 came out twins (boys). The visitor took one and threw him at the 

 door and the other boy he threw outside. Then he took the woman 

 carefully and laid her with her back to the fire on her own bed and 

 went out. 



Late in the night, this husband returned and dropped his burden 

 on the ground, taking deep breaths. ''I have brought home for you a 

 beef; come out, my wife, and take it in," said he gently. "Are you 

 asleep? Wake up and take this beef inside." Still there was no an- 

 swer. "Say, wife, please do come out!" said he earnestly. But still 

 there was no sign of an answer. "That is the reason I have cautioned 

 you often," said he, entering the tipi in despair. He saw his wife lying 

 on the bed motionless, and, thinking that perhaps she was sound asleep, 

 he reached to her and rolled her face toward the fire, and found that 

 she was dead. He of course began to mourn for his only wife. Some 

 time during the night, after covering her up carefully, he went out of 

 the tipi and went among the divides and hills, weeping over his wife's 

 fate. 



In the morning he came back to his tipi, and to his surprise he 

 found his arrows scattered all around inside the tipi. "Well, who 

 can it be? It is a sad stroke for me already. Surely somebody ought 

 to have better sense and sympathy for me at this time!" said he, wip- 

 ing the tears from his eyes. He gathered up the bow and arrows and 

 placed them in the quiver. After he had remained inside for a while, 

 he went to a distant hill and wept bitterly for his wife all day long. 

 Late in the evening he came home and found his arrows scattered 

 again. "I do wonder who comes here and scatters my arrows. Surely 

 if there is a human being, he ought to be sympathetic," said he, pick- 

 ing them up and putting them back into the quiver. "Well, I shall 

 have to stay out this night, and I hope that no person will come 

 around," said he pitifully. So he went cut again and spent part of the 



