POWELL] MYTHIC TALES. 51 
The brothers reported that they had seen Stone Shirt and his daugh- 
ters. 
The next day they came near to the home of the enemy, and the 
brothers, in proper person, went out to reconnoiter. Seeing a woman 
gleaning seeds, they drew near, and knew it was their mother, whom 
Stone Shirt had stolen from Si-kor’, the crane. They told her they were 
her sons, but she denied it, and said she had never had but one son; 
but the boys related to her their history, with the origin of the two from 
one, and she was convinced. She tried to dissuade them from making 
war upon Stone Shirt, and told them that no arrow could possibly pen- 
etrate his armor, and that he was a great warrior, and had no other de- 
light than in killing his enemies, and that his daughters also were fur- 
nished with magical bows and arrows, which they could shoot so fast 
that the arrows would fill the air like a cloud, and that it was not neces- 
sary for them to take aim, for their missiles went where they willed ; 
they thought the arrows to the hearts of their enemies ; and thus the 
maidens could kill the whole of the people before a common arrow could 
be shot by acommon person. But the boys told her what the spirit had 
said in the long dream, and had promised that Stone Shirt should be 
killed. They told her to go down to the lake at dawn, so as not to be 
endangered by the battle. 
During the night, the So/-kis Wai/-in-dts transformed themselves into 
mice, and proceeded to the home of Stone Shirt, and found the magical 
bows and arrows that belonged to the maidens, and with their sharp 
teeth they cut the sinew on the backs cf the bows, and nibbled the bow- 
strings, so that they were worthless, while To-go’-a hid himself under a 
rock near by. 
When dawn came into the sky, Zéim-pwi-nai/-ro-gwi-nimp, the Stone 
Shirt man, arose and walked out of his tent, exulting in his strength 
and security, and sat down upon the rock under which To-go’-a was hid- 
ing; and he, seeing his opportunity, sunk his fangs into the flesh of the 
hero. Stone Shirt sprang high into the air, and called to his daughters 
that they were betrayed, and that the enemy was near; and they seized 
their magical bows, and their quivers filled with magical arrows, and 
hurried to his defense. At the same time, all the nations who were sur- 
rounding the camp rushed down to battle. But the beautifui maidens, 
finding their weapons were destroyed, waved back their enemies, as if 
they would parley; and, standing for a few moments over the body of 
their slain father, sang the death-song, and danced the death-dance, 
whirling in giddy circles about the dead hero, and wailing with despair, 
until they sank down and expired. 
The conquerers buried the maidens by the shores of the lake; but 
Tim-pwi-nai'-ro-gwi-vimp was left to rot, and his bones to bleach on the 
sands, as he had left Si-kor’. 
