MICHELSON. ] ORIGIN OF THE WHITE BUFFALO DANCE. 133 
“He, my father, was yet living cleanly, he was leading a quiet life; 
that probably was the reason he knew about me. Then soon, he was 
given a sad thing by a little evil manitou. It was the wretchedness 
that caused my father’s destruction. He had been killing the peo- 
ple all the time here. He probably had given it to some one. He 
certainly must have made the person miserable to whom ever he gave 
it. Or perhaps he has given it to many already. Just exactly so 
many will there be, as he gave it to. But here are ours, the genuine 
manitous. But something will happen to them so that they shall be 
wretched. That which will happen to them will not be easy. It is 
just like this: if I should bite you, you could not pull me off, for I 
would bite you very hard. That is how firmly they are placed, so 
they can not possibly get away. 
“As surely as they have been thought of by the one who blessed 
them, so will it be done for them by him. That is one humbleness 
which is great. Now as for us, they will make us wretched, just as if 
they owned us as slaves. But there is nothing after they have killed 
us. Then surely we shall bury each other. And then when time 
comes for this to happen to him, he will not be in peace. Just as 
long as this earth lasts, those whom they have killed will be living 
nicely. And they themselves will be living as miserably as possible. 
That is one thing [ wish you not to think about. 
“When saying ‘my father’ I am now telling of him while he still 
was leading a good life. The manitou must have known him. I 
suppose he has now found out that the one by whom he was blessed 
is the one by whom he will be miserably crushed to pieces. That is 
the way it is. And they instructed each other secretly. So it was. 
“As for these things which are called the sacred packs, when we 
are sitting as we are now, is where instructions are given. 
“Now myself, I am going to talk to these people about our sacred 
pack. When I was first blessed, I was taken away. I dreamed. 
And I imagined myself going yonder in Kast in under earth. The one 
who blessed me was the pure white buffalo. It even had red eyes and 
red hoofs, that was how it was, it also had red horns. Over there I 
was instructed how to live. After I was told, then I also imagined 
myself gomg South. I was told the same thing there. Then again I 
imagined myself going to West. There again I was told the same 
thing about life. Then to the North. It was a much longer time 
that I was instructed how to live my life. That I would be able to 
live with the people, that I would reach an old age, I was told. Then 
T imagined myself going up above where dwells the Gentle Manitou, 
the leading one. There the one I accompanied spoke very strongly, 
explaining about me, the way he had blessed me; also the way he had 
taken me. After he told that, he took me along. 
