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bowl, saying to Hocladenon, " Go up the ladder and feed your 

 brother." Climbing the ladder, he found a man lying in the upper 

 room or attic. The little fellow said, " I have brought you mush, my 

 brother." The brother, whose name was Hadjisgwas,'' took two or 

 three niouthfuls of the mush and it was all eaten. Then, after ex- 

 haling his breath two or three times and rubbing his arms and legs, 

 he began to sing. 



Hodadefion heard the singing and the beating of time overhead. 

 A little later they heard Hadjisgwas call out, "Tobacco!" and the 

 little boy said, " My sister, our brother wants to smoke." " Oh !" said 

 she, "Our poor brother! he is barely alive; he lives on chestnut meal 

 and tobacco." Going aside, she got a big pipe, into which she put 

 tobacco. Lighting it with a coal of fire, she gave it to the little boy, 

 saying, " Take this up to jour brother." Hodadenon went, with the 

 words, " My brother, I have come with a pipe for you." " Thank 

 you," said Hadjisgwas, and with one puff he so filled the room with 

 smoke that he nearly smothered the boy, who had to hurry down to 

 escape. Soon they who were below heard a sound as though Had- 

 jisgwas blew through the pipestem and rapped out the ashes from the 

 pipe. After rubbing his arms and legs, he began to sing. They 

 thought his voice was stronger. Then Yenyent'hwus went out plant- 

 ing, having first fastened the door so as to keep in her little brother. 



When his sister had gone. Hodadenon thought he would like to 

 make some chestnut mush for his brother in the loft and to sing and 

 dance for him. Finding the little pot under his sister's couch, he 

 took from it the piece of chestnut, every bit of which he scraped into 

 the kettle. As it boiled he tapped the pot, which grew as large as 

 any vessel. When the meal was cooked he poured it out — a great 

 bark bowl full of chestnut mush. This he took up to the loft, saying, 

 " My brother, I have made you another bowl of mush." " Thank you, 

 brother," said Hadjisgwas, who ate the mush and, after rubbing him- 

 self, began to sing. He was stronger now. so he could sing a regular 

 song. After Hodadefion had come down and pu<^ away the kettle, lie 

 thought, " My brother must have a smoke." Therefore he cut up all 

 the tobacco there was and put it into the pipe, M'hich he carried to the 

 loft, saying, " My brother, I have brought you a pipe." His brother 

 said, " Thank you." "After you have smoked, I wi.sh you would sing 

 while I dance," said Hodadefion. 



Hadjisgwas sent out such n puff of smoke that the little boy had 

 to hurry down the ladder to escape it. He had not been down long 

 before his sister came in. He said to her, " Oh, my sister, I have made 

 our brother some pudding." "How did you make it?" she asked. 

 " I cut up all the chestnut and boiled it." he replied. " Oh, now he 

 will die on your account," she said. "After he ate the mush," said 

 Hodadefion, " I gave him a smoke." " How did you do that? " asked 



