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air, and said, "Get out of the way, father! Get out!" The fourth 

 time there came out Blue-Feather ahve, brushing his hair and looking 

 around the camp-circle. So this man was brought to life again. 



The bluebird is attached to the white buffalo robe. — D. 



Told by Black-Horse. The Pawnee have an interesting variant of this tale, with similar con- 

 tests between the buffalo and a boy. 



146. — Blue-Feather and Lone-Bull. 



One day a man took a journey. As he was walking along, he 

 struck the trail of a human person. "Well, these are the footprints 

 of a woman, traveling by herself. Oh ! I do wish that I might over- 

 take her soon and marry her!" said he. Watching the footprints 

 closely, he started away in the direction of the trail. 



After going some distance, he came to a bunch of tall blue stem 

 grass, and found pieces of sinew^ and trimmings of rawhide for mocca- 

 sins. After looking over the wasted material, he started off, still fol- 

 lowing the trail. Next to the river bottom, there was some tall blue 

 stem grass in which this woman sat down to rest. The traveler 

 reached the trodden grass, and found more remnants of moccasins, 

 that is, there were pieces of waste sinew and rawhide. "Well, if 

 I can overtake this woman soon I shall be satisfied and only wish that 

 I may marry her," said he, taking a deep breath. The traveler again 

 started away, looking anxiously in the direction of the trail. As he was 

 following the trail, it became quite fresh and distinct. Again he 

 reached another bunch of blue stem grass (tall red grass), and found 

 more sinew strings and strips of rawhide lying on the trodden grass. 

 "Surely it is a woman, and I do hope that I shall marrv her." said he, 

 as he walked around the tall grass. Starting away, he walked briskly. 

 keeping his eyes on the footprints, until in front of him there was some 

 tall grass, in which was sitting a woman w^ith beautiful painted robe, 

 busy mending her pair of moccasins. This woman was sitting in the 

 direction of her trail. 



The traveler, knowing that the person was really a female, ad- 

 vanced ahead of her, and stooping to take a good look at her face, 

 said, "Are you traveling alone? Where are you going?" "I am 

 going home/' said the woman, looking up at him. She was short and 

 heavy, and very handsome ; her face was fair, her hair jet black and her 

 eyes were dark, but quick in movements. "Are you not afraid of being 

 alone?" said the traveler. "Did you wish that you might marry me?" 

 said she, smiling, while she drew the last stitch on her moccasins. "Oh I 



