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thought the brother had accidentally struck her in the face as he was pass- 
ing, and chided him for his carelessness ; but she said nothing, only sat 
rocking herself and sobbing. Presently she got up and returned to the 
house. All that day she cried and wept for the shame her brother 
had brought upon her and her parents. That same night her brother 
stole again to her couch. She was awake on this occasion, and repulsed 
him, telling him she knew who he was, and upbraided him for his selfish- 
ness and the wrong he had done her. ‘How do you know I am your 
brother ?’ said he. ‘Your voice would tell me now if I did not know 
before,’ replied she ; ‘buat I discovered who you were this morning.’ She 
then told him what she had done on his last visit to her, and how she 
discovered him that morning, and also the condition she was in. ‘ How 
could you bring this shame upon our father ?’ she continued. ‘ When the 
people know they will point the finger of scorn at him, and he will be 
dishonoured among them ; it will kill him with shame. There is but one 
thing for us now to do. We must go away somewhere by ourselves and 
never come back again, so that none may know the disgrace you have 
brought upon us. Let us go away now at once before it is light and the 
people are stirring.’ To this the brother presently assented, and they 
stole away in the dark together. 
As the girl left her father’s keekwilee-house she pulled off strips 
of the bead-work of her dress, and as she went she hung bits of it on the 
branches of the trees or on projecting points of rock every ten steps she 
took. This she continued to do until she had stripped and hung up all 
the bead-work on her robe. They had been journeying ten days before | 
this happened through the pathless forest. When she had hung the last 
bit she stopped and said to her brother : ‘ We will stay here, we have gone 
far enough now.’ So they stopped there, and he built a house for them. 
After a few months had passed the girl gave birth to a child, a fine, 
healthy boy, who speedily grew up to be a strong youth. One day he 
ran crying to his mother, asking her why he had no grandmother or 
grandfather. The poor mother’s heart bled at the child’s question, as she 
told him all his relatives, save his father and herself, were dead. When 
the lad had grown to be a sturdy youth the mother told the brother it 
was time for them to make the final preparations. They had often 
talked together in their loneliness, as the child was growing up, as to the 
course they would pursue when he had grown to be a big boy, and he 
now took his weapons and went out to hunt. This he continued to do 
day after day until he had brought home enough skins of the mountain 
sheep and goat for her to weave twelve large blankets from their wool, 
and also lay by a nice store of dried meat and kidney-fat. When their 
tasks were completed the mother called the lad to her and told him that 
she had deceived him when she had said he had no other relatives but 
herself and his father. ‘Ten days’ journey from here,’ said she, ‘lies the 
village of my father and his tribe. You are now big enough to make the 
journey thither alone, and we propose to send you to see your grand- 
parents.’ ‘But why don’t you come too?’ questioned the boy. The 
mother found it difficult to satisfy him on this point, but he presently 
consented to make the journey alone and come back and bring them 
later. ‘But how shall I find the way?’ said he. ‘That will not be 
difficult,’ replied the mother ; and taking him to the edge of the forest she 
showed him a bit of bead-work hanging from the lower branch of a tree. 
‘You see this bead-work ?’ said she. ‘ Well, every ten paces on your way 
