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boy then took the flute and carried it over to his -grand father. "Thank 

 you, my dear boy,'' said he. 



"Now I want you to go over and ask your father what I should 

 have for my teeth?" said Lone-Bull. So the boy ran back to his father 

 and asked him. ' Grandfather wants to know what he ought to have 

 for his teeth," said the boy. So the father took out from his wife's soft 

 bag some elk teeth and said to the boy, "Take these over and deliver 

 them to him."' So the boy, feeling very happy, took them carefully and 

 carried them to him. "Thank you, my dear boy ; I didn't think that you 

 could supply the demand," said Lone-Bull. 



"Well, dear grandchild, I want you to go over and ask your father 

 what I should have for my hoofs ?" said he, as he moved. The boy then 

 ran to the father and said, "Oh! father, listen to me! Grandfather 

 wants to know what he should have for his hoofs." So the father 

 went out to the foot of the mountain and brought in eight black stones 

 and said to the boy, "Now, son, take these over and give them to him." 

 So the boy placed the stones in a small sack or bag and carried them 

 to him. "Here are all the stones for your hoofs," said the boy. "Thank 

 you, dear grandchild ; remember me all the time," said Lone-Bull. 



"Now will you please go over and ask your father what I should 

 have for my shoulder-blades ?" said he. So the boy ran back to his father 

 and standing before him, still panting, said, "Grandfather would like 

 to know what he ought to have for 'shoulder-blades." The father 

 reached behind the lean-back and pulled out a whole eagle tail (feathers) 

 and handed it to the boy, saying, "Take these over and give them to 

 him. Be sure and be careful with them." Calf-Boy then took the bunch 

 of feathers and carried them to the grandfather. "Grandfather, here 

 is a beautiful eagle tail for your shoulder-blades," said the boy. "Well I 

 Well ! grandchild, what a faithful boy you are," said Lone-Bull, looking 

 back for the position of the tail. 



"Now, dear child, I want you to go over again and ask your father 

 what I should have for my ribs?" "All right," said the boy, running 

 to his father. "Say, father, I am here again on an errand. Grandfather 

 wishes to know what he should have for his ribs," said the boy. So the 

 father reached for his feather-case and pulled enough wing feathers of 

 the eagle, and handed them to his son, saying, "My son, take these over 

 and deliver them to him, and be careful not to lose any." So the boy 

 took them and ran back to his grandfather, saying as he stood before 

 him, still panting from running, "Here are the wing feathers which my 

 father sent for your ribs." "Thank you, dear grandchild. I am so 



