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conspiracy against me.’ Then he hung him on a tree and went 
on. 
"As he was going along he came across the fox and he ad- 
dressed him, saying, 'Little brother, I feel that something has 
befallen my brother. Now you are a cunning fellow; perhaps 
you know something of his whereabouts.’ Then the fox re- 
plied, ‘Brother, I go all over the earth, but I have not heard 
anything about him.’ Then Holy One started to walk away, 
but just then the fox said, ‘Holy One, I am not supposed to take 
care of your brother.’ Then he ran away. ‘Ho’, said Holy 
One, ‘is that it ? I suppose you too are one of those who con- 
spired against me.’ Then he ran after the fox, overtook him, 
broke open his jaws, and killed him, hanging his body on a tree. 
‘‘Thus he went along encountering different animals. The 
next one he met was the raven and he addressed him, saying, 
‘Little brother, you are a cunning fellow; perhaps you know what 
has befallen my brother ?’ ‘Brother,’ said the raven, ‘I roam all 
over the world and the heavens, but I have not seen your brother.’ 
Then, as Holy One started to go away, the raven said, ‘Holy 
One, I am not supposed to take care of your brother.’ There- 
upon Holy One said, ‘What! you little rascal. I suppose that 
even such little fellows as you were present at the conspiracy.’ 
Then he knocked him down just as he started to fly away. He 
pulled his jaws open and hung him on a tree. 
‘‘It was now getting toward evening and Holy One was going 
home. On the way home a little bird crossed his path, almost 
hitting him in the face. Again and again this happened. The 
fourth time the bird did it Holy One said, ‘Ho!’ and looked up 
to see who it was. It was the woodpecker. Then Holy One 
said, ‘I wanted to cry here in peace, but what little bird is it 
that peeks into my face ?’ Then the woodpecker said, ‘Oh, I 
have news for you, my grandson.’ ‘My, my, said Holy One, 
‘I did not know it was you, grandmother, or I would not have said 
that. Please do tell me all you know and I will give you my paint 
so that you can paint your face, and my awl so that you can use 
it for your bill.’ ‘All right, grandson, your brother is used as a 
door-flap by the chief of the water-spirits, who lives yonder in 
the lake near your place. Every one of the spirits was called 
