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ing, "If they all turn up the same color, the throw will count five; 

 if not, it will count one." The uncle wanted the boy to play first, 

 but he refused ; the uncle insisted, but the boy would not. At last 

 the old man agreed. Putting the six eyes into a bowl of wood, he 

 shook it, throwing them up; they went out through the smoke-hole 

 into the air. "When they returned, they counted but one. " Now." 

 said the nephew, " take your dice out of the bowl. I have dice of 

 my own." The uncle did not wish to take out his dice, but the boy 

 insisted, so he had to do so. Then Hodadefion put in his dice, which 

 were woodcocks' eyes, and threw them up. They went high in the 

 air and came down, calling out, " I think she is not setting. 

 Nondjoqgwen." '^ The boy said. " Let them all come one color," but 

 the uncle said, " No, let them come in different colors." All came 

 alike in color, so the old man lost. " Now, nephew," said he, " let 

 me have one smoke more." " Oh, no ! " said Hodadefion, " I can not 

 do that." Thereupon he cut off the old man's head and went on 

 farther. 



" This is good sport," said Hodadefion, " I shall find another uncle, 

 perhaps." He traveled through the woods for a while until he 

 came to a third opening. Far ahead in the center of it was a great 

 rock, on which sat a Dagwanoenyent. Near the opposite side of 

 the opening was a lodge. As Hodadefion went up to the rock, the 

 Dagwanoenyent called out, " Oh ! you are my nephew. I have been 

 wishing for a long time that you would come to see me; now we 

 will play hide and seek." Hodadefion was to hide first. Dagwa- 

 noenj'ent faced the other way, and at that moment Hodadefion. 

 making himself into a flea (deivaqsentwus) , jumped into the long 

 bushy hair of Dagwanoenyent, where he hid. Then he called out, 

 " You can not find me, uncle ; you can not find me." Dagwanoenyent 

 looked all around — up in the air, in the trees, everywhere. At last, 

 noticing a weed with a knot on its stem, he said, " Nephew, you 

 are in that knot ; " but the nephew was not there. Looking around 

 a second time, he saw a knot on one of the trees. " You are in the 

 Imot on that tree, nephew." " I am not," answered Hodadefion. 

 \ATien Dagwanoenyent saw that he had not found the boy he was 

 terribly frightened. " There is danger," said he, flying far away 

 from the rock. Rising above the clouds, he sat on them. Then 

 Hodadefion called out from the long shaggy hair, " You can not 

 see me, uncle ; you can not see me." " Oh ! " said the uncle to him- 

 .self, " I have come just by accident on the place where he is." Then, 

 flying off to an island in the sea, the old man stood there. Again 

 Hodadefion called out, " You can not see me, uncle ; you can not 

 see me." He could not indeed see the boy, so he flew back to his 

 place in the opening in the forest. Once more Hodadefion cried, 

 " You can not see me, uncle." Dagwanoenyent replied : " I have 



