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Snikia’p desired. ‘I must get you some fresh meat,’ he continued. ‘1 
will run out and see if there is a deer in my trap.’ Snikia’p now went 
out and looked at his deer-trap, which he had constructed after the plan 
of Qai’non’s. There was nothing init. He had not really expected to 
find anything, but he knew Qai/non was observing him, so he followed 
the course he had seen Qai’‘non do. He now went into the wood, and 
presently, to his surprise, came upon a fine buck. The buck looked 
scornfully at him for a moment, but otherwise took no notice of him. 
Snikia’p, remembering what Qai’non had done, began to call the buck ill 
names. For some time the buck ignored his presence, but presently his 
language became too bad, and the deer ran at him with antlers down to 
punish him. Snikia’p turned tail, and ran as fast as his legs would 
carry him in the direction of his trap, with the buck close behind him. 
When he got close to the trap he made a leap to go through, as he had 
seen Qai’non do, but he failed in his attempt, and stuck fast in the 
middle, being unable to get through or go back. The infuriated buck 
now took his revenge, and prodded poor Snikia’p with his sharp antlers 
in his rear. Snikia’p howled with agony, and called upon Qai’‘non to 
relieve and help him. Qai’non now came forward, killed the deer, and 
relieved Snikia’p from the snare. ‘You should not hunt in this way,’ 
said he to poor crestfallen Snikia’p ; ‘you do not understand the trick. 
I would advise you to stick to your own mode of hunting, and not copy 
anybody else’s.’ Qai/non now cooked some of the deer for them, and 
after the meal bade his friend good day, and returned to his own house. 
It took Snikia’p some time to recover from the wounds inflicted upon him 
by the angry deer ; but by the time he had consumed the remains of the 
deer’s carcase he was able to get about again. Having met with no luck 
in his hunting, and being very hungry, he said to himself one day, ‘I 
think I will go and see Tzala/s to-day ; maybe I can get a dinner from 
him. He set off on his visit, and presently came to Tzala’s’ house. 
‘Good day, neighbour Tzala’s ; how are you feeling to-day ?’ said he, as 
he looked down the smoke-hole. ‘Is that you, friend Snikia’p?’ said 
Tzala’s very cordially. ‘Come down and have a chat.’ Snikia’p de- 
scended. Says he, ‘I was feeling lonely this morning, and thought I 
would come over and see how you were getting on, and have a friendly 
chat with you.’ ‘I am very glad you came,’ amiably responded Tzala’s, 
and they chatted away together till dinner-time. Tzala’s now said, 
‘You must have some dinner before you go ; but I can’t Jet you eat this 
_ dried fish,’ ! and he pointed to the stores of dry fish that hung in abun- 
dance from the rafters of his house. ‘T’ll just run out for a minute, and 
see if I can’t find some fresh fish in my traps.’ Tzala’s, thus saying, went 
down to the river, which was at the time covered with a thick sheet of 
ice. Every here and there, however, small openings appeared in the ice. 
Pausing for a moment on the bank of the river over one of these, Tzala/s 
took a long breath, dived downwards, and shot through the hole. He 
reappeared in a short time with a long string of fine fish. Snikia’p had 
' observed the action, and, as Tzala’s returned, remarked, ‘I see you catch 
your fish as I do. I always dive for them that way myself.’ ‘Oh, 
indeed,’ said Tzala’s the Diver ; ‘I was not aware of that. I thought I 
was the only one who fished in. that way.’ Tzala’s said no more, but 
The rules of Indian hospitality demanded that a guest should be given the best 
food procurable. 
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