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them and help them bring home the game; he thought they had killed 
more deer than they could carry. After a day’s travel he camped near 
a canyon, selecting a cavelike place in which to sleep, for he was tired 
and thirsty. There was much snow, but no water, so he made a fire 
and heated a rock and made a hole in the ground, and placing the rock 
in the cavity put in some snow, which melted and furnished him a 
draft to quench his thirst. Just then he heard a tumult over his 
head like people passing and he went out to see who made the noise, 
and he discovered many crows crossing back and forth over the canyon. 
This was the home of the crow. There were other feathered people 
also (the chaparral cock was among them). He saw also many fires 
which had been made by the crows on either side of the canyon. Two 
other crows arrived and stood near him and he listened hard to hear 
all that was being said. These two crows cried out, “‘Somebody says, 
somebody says.” The youth did not know what to make of this. Then 
a crow from the opposite side of the canyon called, “‘ What is the matter; 
tell us, tell us; what is wrong?” The two first criers then said, “Two 
of us got killed ; we met two men who told us. They said the two men, 
who were all the time traveling around (referring to the two brothers 
of the crazy youth), killed twelve deer and a party of our people went 
to the deer after they were killed. Twoof us who went after the blood 
of the deer were shot.” The crows on the other side of the canyon 
called, ‘Which men got killed?” The first erier replied, “‘The chap- 
arral cock, who sat on the horn of the deer, and the crow, who sat on its 
backbone.” The other called out, ‘““We are not surprised that they 
were killed ; that is what we tell you all the time. If you will go after 
the dead deer you must expect to be killed.” ‘‘We will not think of 
them longer; they are dead and gone. We are talking of things of 
long ago.” The younger brother sat quietly below and listened to every- 
thing that was being said. 
After a time the crows on the other side of the canyon made a great 
noise and began to dance. They had many songs at that time. The 
youth could not see what they were doing, but he listened all the time. 
After the dance began a great fire was made, and then he could see black 
objects moving, but he could not distinguish any people. He recognized 
the voice of Hasjelti. Though the youth was crazy, he remembered 
everything in his heart. He even remembered the words of the songs 
that continued all the night; he remembered every word of every song. 
He said to himself, “T will listen until daylight.” These people did not 
remain on one side of the canyon where the first fires were built, but 
they crossed and recrossed in their dance and had fires on both sides of 
the canyon. They danced back and forth until daylight (on the ninth 
night of the Hasjeiti Dailjis was a repetition of this dance), when all the 
crows and the other birds flew away to the west. All that he saw after 
they left was the fires and smoke. The crazy youth then started off in 
a run to his brothers’ camp to tell what he had seen and heard. His 
