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low in the west when he had reached the first one. At the tenth 

 camping phice he saw that the forest edges were wreathed in long 

 films of dew clouds, and he stopped there for the night. Quickly 

 arising in the morning, he was startled to hear the voices of a number 

 of men, who were laughing as they went eastward, and who passed 

 by on the path. 



The young man got ready and went on. When he reached the 

 pathway he saw that all the tracks indicated that these persons were 

 going ea:stward. He continued his journey along the path in the same 

 direction. Suddenly he saw ahead of him a man. who was very old 

 in appearance and very, very small in size. Just before overtaking 

 him the young man decided that this must be S'hodie'o''sko°', who 

 was in tatters. When the young man came up with him, the small 

 man exclaimed ; " Oh, my nephew ! you have overtaken me, so now 

 you and I will go on together. P"or all are going in pairs. All those 

 who are going to the place where the Hawks (?), perched on the 

 woman's tree, forthtell for her. I shall follow you, as you can go 

 so much faster than I." Then Ongwe' Hanges"ha' answered : " It is 

 impossible for me to agree to that proposition. You yourself take 

 the lead, because I am fleeter than are you." The only reply the 

 old man made was, IFw", and then they two went on with the old 

 man in the lead. All at once he began to run. Hoho''' , he ran on 

 ahead. He kept on for a long distance, and then suddenly he turned 

 aside into the forest. In a short time he began calling, " Ho! come 

 hither, my nephew. I have ti'eed a fisher here, and you must get 

 its skin for me. Come, come ! " he kept on saying ; " you must shoot 

 it, too, and this is a good place to stand when you are about to shoot 

 at it. Come on, come on ! " he kept on saying. Finally, the young 

 man said, " I will shoot it." Then he went thither and shot at it, 

 striking it fairly through the heart, and with the arrow still sticking 

 into it the fisher fell dead to the ground. The old man exclaimed. 

 " Come on ! Come this way. I forbear touching your arrow." Then 

 Ongwe' Hafiges"ha' said, " My arrow has lost its orenda (magic 

 power)." Overhearing this remark, the old man said, " ^Yu'■'. One 

 would think perhaps that he is a sorcerer," and he then drew out the 

 arrow from the dead fisher, and cfwried it to his companion, saying, 

 "I am free from (magical) taint, you know, and so I can not 

 de-TTiagic-ize *^' your arrow. Here, take it ! " 



The young man took the arrow again and they went on to the spot 

 where they would encamp for the night. When they arrived at the 

 place the sun was low in the west. The old man said to his nephew, 

 in order to remove any apprehensions from his mind as to his own 

 good intentions, " I will now skin the fisher and prepare its skin." 

 At this time they heard in the distance the sounds of persons laugh- 

 ing. And, they say. these persons made their several oamps there. 



