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The high, soft chairs that were there in the house were not chairs, 

 but an ugh(a)dhe:n(a), and when the sick man sat down in one, he 

 could hear the crackle of scales. The stools were mud turtles. All 

 over the floor were wriggling young snakes. The two women called 

 them "dust," and continually kept sweeping them out. 



The Old Man doctored the sick man, who soon became well again. 

 Then the women escorted him back home, but before leaving him, 

 they said, "For 7 days don't speak about this. If you speak about it 

 before 7 days have passed, you will die." 



So for 7 days after he returned home, the man did not say any- 

 thing about his experience, but after that time he told the people 

 all that had happened to him.^ 



2.— THE JEALOUS FATHER-IN-LAW* 



Since the time when the animals had been scattered all over the 

 forest from the cave in which Ghana :di had kept them enclosed, men 

 had to hunt in order to get meat. They hunted with the prayers 

 that they had learned from Stoneclad. 



There was a man who was a very successful hunter; any game that 

 he wanted, he brought back. He had a daughter. Another man, 

 who was also a^ghana:diyu^^ wanted to marry her. 



So he married her, and came to live with the woman and her father. 

 The young man and his father-in-law always went out hunting 

 together. 



The young man was so successful that the old man became jealous 

 of him, and decided to remain at home. The old man was a great 

 magician. He wanted to make his son-in-law unsuccessful. The 

 old man would send his son-in-law out to get exactly what he, the 

 old man, wanted — the meat of bear, deer, and the like. The old 

 man was a magician, and he tried his best to make the young man 

 unsuccessful. 



The son-in-law was a powerful magician, too, and he noticed how 

 his father-in-law felt; so he always got up early in the morning before 

 the old man arose. 



The old man always used to tell the yoimg man where to go and 

 what to shoot. 



"There is great game at that place over there," once he told the 

 young man. "You had better go there. Bring me some meat of 

 what you shoot there." 



M The resemblance of this story to "Thunder's Brother-ln-Law" Is patent. It also bears aspects in com- 

 mon with Cherokee stories in Mooney (1900, pp. 343-345) and to a narrative in Kilpatrick and Kllpatrick 

 (1964, pp. 84-91) , the latter which is surely one of the most beautiful examples of the Southeastern Indian 

 folktale in existence. Two tales in S wanton (1929) have some affinity to the above: one Creek (pp. 34-36), 

 the other Hltchiti (pp. 98-99). 



" 'Wise, knowing, cunning, in a superlative degree.' 



