48 MYTHOLOGY OF THE NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS 
But the boy was not satisfied, as he greatly desired to know what all 
this meant; so he searched about for a time, and at length found a man 
sitting under a tree, whom he taunted with being a thief, and threw mud 
and stones at him, until he broke the stranger’s leg, who answered not 
the boy, nor resented the injuries he received, but remained silent and 
sorrowful; and, when his leg was broken, he tied it up in sticks, and 
bathed it in the river, and sat down again under the tree, and beckoned 
the boy to approach. 
When the lad camenear, the stranger told him he had something of great 
importance to reveal. ‘“ My son,” said he, “ did that old woman ever tell 
you about your father and mother?” ‘ No,” answered the boy; ‘“‘ I have 
never heard of them.” ‘‘ Myson, do you see these bones scattered on the 
ground? Whose bones are these?” ‘ How should I know ?” answered 
the boy. ‘It may be that some elk or deer has been killed here.” “No,” 
said the old man. ‘‘ Perhaps they are the bones of a bear;” but the 
old man shook his head. So the boy mentioned many other animals, 
but the stranger still sbook his head, and finally said, ‘‘ These are the 
bones of your father; Stone Shirt killed him, and left him to rot here 
on the ground, like a wolf” And the boy was filled with indignation 
against the slayer of his father. Then the stranger asked, ‘“‘ Is your 
mother in yonder lodge?” and the boy replied, “No.” ‘Does your 
mother live on the banks of this river?” and the boy answered, “I don’t 
know my mother; I have never seen her; she is dead.” ‘‘ My son,” re- 
plied the stranger, “Stone Shirt, who killed your father, stole your 
mother, and took her away to the shore of a distant lake, and there she 
is his wife to-day.” And the boy wept bitterly, and while the tears 
filled his eyes so that he could not see, the stranger disappeared. 
Then the boy was filled with wonder at what he had seen and heard, and 
malice grew in his heart against his father’s enemy. He returned to 
the old woman, and said, ‘‘ Grandmother, why have you lied to me about 
my father and mother?” and she answered not, for she knew that a 
ghost had told all to the boy. And the boy fell upon the ground weep- 
ing and sobbing, until he fell into a deep sleep, when strange things 
were told him. 
His slumber continued three days and three nights, and when he 
awoke he said to his grandmother, ‘‘T am going away to enlist all nations 
in my fight,” and straightway he departed. 
(Here the boy’s travels are related with many circumstances concern- 
ing the way he was received by the people, all given in a series of con- 
versations, very lengthy; so they will be omitted.) 
Finally, he returned in advance of the people whom he had enlisted, 
bringing with him Ctn-aw/-dv, the wolf, and Yo-go’-a, the rattlesnake. 
When the three had eaten food, the boy said to the old woman: “ Grand- 
mother, cut me in two.” But she demurred, saying she did not wish to 
kill one whom she loved so dearly. ‘Cut me in two,” demanded the 
boy, and he gave her a stone ax which he had brought from a distant 
