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ter, ''Daughter, why is it that your husband wih not help us? Doesn't 

 he see that my people have all been killed? Ask him to help me." 

 Then the man made war aprons, coats, and hats for the brants and 

 for himself, and he made himself a club. He killed great numbers 

 of sand-hill cranes and geese, while none of the brants were destroyed. 

 After he had killed enough of the enemy to make up for the brants 

 that had been destroyed, his father-in-law told his daughter to say 

 to him that he had killed enough. "If he kills any more," he said, 

 "they will want to kill more of my people." So all stopped fighting, 

 and they recommenced collecting food for the return journey. The 

 girl's father felt very good toward his son-in-law for saving their 

 lives. 



When fall came and the brants w^ere ready to start back their 

 chief said, "We will not go back the same way we came. We must 

 go another way." Then they started. It seemed to the man that 

 they were going in canoes instead of flying. Late the first evenino- 

 the chief said, "Now we will camp out here." The place that he 

 referred to was a large rock far out at sea, and they camped upon 

 it. After they had eaten all went to sleep. 



Next morning, however, although the man awoke early, he found 

 himself lying out on the rock alone. Then he was very sad, and did 

 not know what he should do. He thought, "How am I to get home 

 from here without any canoe?" He remained out upon that rock 

 for a long time and thought that he should never see his friends 

 again. He remained there, in fact, all winter, living on food that 

 the brants had left him. Wlien spring came he was more anxious 

 than ever to get home, so much so that he did not care to eat any- 

 thing and went for several days without nourishment. 



One morning he said to himself, "Wliat is the use of getting up?" 

 And he lay down again with his blankets over his head. After some 

 time had passed, he heard something say to him very loudly, "Why 

 are you lying here? "V\Tiat are you doing out here on this rock?" 

 He threw his blanket off and looked around but saw nothing except 

 a bird called guslyadu'li sitting near by. He lay down again, and 

 again he heard the voice. He heard it for the third time. Every 

 time the bird was sitting in the same place. When he again lay 

 down he thought he must be crazy, but on keeping a lookout he saw 

 the guslyadij'li run up toward him very fast, so he said to it quietly, 

 ' ' I have seen you." Then the bird replied, "I have come to bring you 

 luck. Get on my back and keep your face buried in the feathers on 

 the back of my neck." Wlien he had done this, the bird started to 

 fly off with him. It said, "Don't look up. I do not want you to 

 look up." The farther it went the more it repeated this warning, 

 so he tried hard to keep his face concealed. Finally the bird stopped, 

 and he wondered where they were, "You can open your eyes now," 



