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ward to see whether he was asleep or had faheii into the water. Her 

 son was not there. The blanket he had had around his knees was 

 there, but he was gone. She said to her husband, "Your son is gone 

 again," and he replied, "I can not do anything more. He is gone. 

 IIow can I bring him l)ack?" So they went on to Sitka. 



When they came to Sitka, they reported all that had happened. 

 The father said, "My son helped us. Just as we got around the 

 ])oint he disappeared out of the canoe." So his friends gave a feast 

 for him. His father's name was SaIvI', and the place where they 

 fishetl for halibut is now called SAki'-i'di. 



8. THE WOLF-CHIEF'S SON 



Famine \'T[sited a certain town, and many people died of starvation. 

 There was a young boy there who always went arountl with bow and 

 arrows. One day, as he was hunting about, he came across a little 

 animal that looked like a dog and put i'c under his blanket. He 

 brought it to his mother, and liis mother washed it for him. Then 

 he took the red paint left by his dead uncles, spit upon the dog and 

 threw paint on so that it would stick to its hair and face. When he 

 took the dog into the woods, it would bring him all kinds of birds, 

 such as grouse, which he carried home to his family. They cooked 

 these in a basket pot. Afterward he brought the animal down, 

 washed it, and put more paint upon its legs and head. This en- 

 abled him to trace it when he was out hunting. 



One day after he had traced it for some distance, he found it had 

 killed a small mountain sheep, and, when he came down, he gave it 

 the fat part. With the meat so obtained he began to take good care 

 of his mother and his friends. He had not yet found out whether 

 the animal was really a dog. 



The next time they went hunting they came across a large flock of 

 sheep, and he sent the dog right up to them. It killed all of them, and 

 he cut the best one open for it. Then he took down the rest of the 

 sheep and dressed them. What the animal was killing was keeping 

 some of his friends alive. 



One time the husband of a sister came to him and said, "I wish to 

 borrow your animal. It is doing great tilings in this place." So 

 he brought the little dog from the house he had made for it, painted 

 its face and feet, and said to his brother-in-law, "When you kill the 

 first one cut it open quickly and let him have it. That is the way I 

 always do." Then this brother-in law took up the little dog, and, 

 when they came to a flock of sheep, it went straight among them, 

 killing them and throwing them down one after another. But, after 

 he had cut one open, he took out the entrails, threw them into the 

 dog's face, and said, "Dogs always eat the insides of animals, not the 

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