MICHELSON. ] THE LITTLE SPOTTED BUFFALO. ile 
one who sits in the West, and the one who sits in the North. That 
is how the manitous sit. Now those (little feathers) which stand 
conspicuously represent those who sit fixedly, the very great mani- 
tous,’ he was told. ‘‘And again you must so tell the one who ever 
will take care of this in the future,” he was told. ‘Likewise you 
must have them dance vigorously,” he was told. “Moreover, if you 
go to war, if you think of it, at the time you see people, you are to 
stand (the stone buffalo) facing the direction where they are. He 
will then as if devour them all there. You will merely go about 
striking them down,” he was told. ‘‘That is what you are to do, 
my grandchild,” he was told. ‘And also if any one says anything 
evil against you, you must give that to him,” he was told as he was 
handed the medicine. “But this is what will happen to you. Soon 
you will come to the end of your life. But you already have been 
told what will happen to you. For by chance it has been set what 
shall happen to you, namely, that you will always die,” the man was 
told. ‘Verily, he who will continue to take care of this far beyond 
(the present time), so long will he live,” the man was told. ‘“ But 
you shall always dedicate one dog to this drum, always perhaps one 
kettle of food,” he was told. ‘‘And also after you are gone, those 
who will continue to live as mortals yonder at that time when they 
remember what I think of you, shall also hang up a kettle of some- 
thing for you, so they may, in a way, feed you. That, verily, is 
what they will do. ‘That is what you are to tell those who will be 
seated there. And this also. Well, soon, later on after you are 
gone yonder, prayers will be offered (you) from the time, perhaps, 
when you have died. And this is what will be said,’”’ he was told. 
“T shall tell you,” he was told. 
That old man, it is said, then began a speech: “ Well, all to whom 
I am related, our venerable man who passed away, so be it, soon, it 
seems, so be it, began his wailing, so be it, after he painted himself 
(black), so be it. Oh, he did not know what his life would be like 
in the future. With uncertainty he took tobacco while wailing, so 
be it. Oh, he finally made himself stumble from hunger, so be it. 
It seems he obtained mercy from the buffaloes who remain fixedly 
where they are, so be it; and, so be it, the Dirty Little Ani, so be it. 
And so we to-day, so be it, must quietly eat what is dedicated, 
so be it, to the manitous. Oh, exactly in proportion as they are 
thought of, so be it, so shall we also continue to live a long time. 
That is a little of it, but there will be more to the prayers. He that 
shall have a full sense of realization of himself, he shall continue to 
add more prayers,”’ he was told. ‘‘ That is all. And this, perhaps, 
