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danced again, saying. " Oh ! my grandson will be a great hunter." 

 After dressing the body of Dju'ii'ka' he hung it on the cross-stick 

 before the fire to broil. When it was cooked both ate the flesh of 

 Dju'a'ka". 



A few days later the lad ran into the lodge, exclaiming, " Oh ! 

 grandfather, I have seen a very strange thing, which was walking 

 on two legs; it had red skin on its head, a black coat, and made a 

 great deal of noise." The grandfather told the lad what this new 

 thing was, saying : " Oh ! that is Ohsoon. It makes the best kind 

 of soup, and it is the third kind of game that a young hunter kills." 



Running of!' into the forest, the lad soon saw a flock of the Ohsoon 

 and ran after them uiitil he had caught one. He thought that the 

 soup of which his grandfather spoke must be in its legs. But after 

 e.xamining them thoroughly and finding no soup, he exclaimed, " My 

 grandfather must have tried to deceive me " ; with that remark he 

 let the bird go free. Then he ran back to his grandfather, complain- 

 ing that he had caught one of the Ohsoon and. after carefully ex- 

 amining its legs, had found no soup in them, and that therefore he 

 had let the bird go free. His grandfather pityingly said, " Oh ! you 

 foolish boy. The soup is not in its legs but in the body. You must 

 kill, dress, and cook Ohsoon, and then you will have very fine soup." 

 With this information the lad again went out into the forest, and, 

 having caught another of the Ohsoon, brought it home. The old 

 man was highly delighted with the success of his grandson, so he 

 himself killed, dressed, and cooked Ohsoon. Again he sang and 

 danced, frequently saying, " Now, my grandson will be a great 

 hunter." Wlien the bird was cooked, they ate their fill and were 

 both satisfied. 



On another day the lad went out to hunt. In the forest he saw 

 a very strange creature, with long thin legs and something on its 

 head resembling the branches of a tree. Being very much afraid of 

 this creature, the lad ran home to his grandfather to tell him what 

 he had seen. His grandfather said : " That is Neogen,-^"^ which is the 

 fourth and greatest kind of game that a hunter kills. When a man 

 can kill Neogen he is a good hunter." Taking his bow and quiver 

 of arrows the lad went into the forest to look for Neogen. After 

 long hunting he killed Neogen and dragged its body home to his 

 grandfather. But on this occasion the old man did not dance, for 

 this was an event for solemnity in conduct. With due respect to 

 the amenities of the occasion he carefully instructed the growing lad 

 in the art of dressing the deer and of preparing its skin for use. 

 Then he told his grandson that he had evinced the qualities of a 

 good hunter, and that. " Hereafter you need not run back home to 

 tell me what you have seen. You now have the right to kill any- 



