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Again it rose soaring into the air; again it came and attacked the 
stone; The stone burst 
into many pieces; it lay here and there. Wisahketchahk was free. 
Then, “Come here, little brother; you have greatly obliged me!” 
Then Wisahketchahk took up some white clay, white earth; then 
that mosquito-hawk looked at itself, and saw that it was streaked with 
white. 
Then thus it thought: “Surely I am beautiful!” it thought. 
“Come here, little brother. Let me arrange your face as well; too 
long is your beak. Come here! It ought to be only as long as this.” 
“Very well,” it answered him. 
Then he did like this to it ; he bent the thing crooked for it. And then 
suddenly he grabbed it and stretched out its mouth for it, like this. The 
mosquito-hawk hated having a big mouth. 
That is all. 
(3) Wisahketchahk Visits the Partridges 
Mrs. Adam Sakewew 
kiydkdskamikapiw.^ 
kisdyiniw sipwahtaw, dkwah ah-pipuniyik. dh-utdkusiniyikf kltahtawd 
pdhiawdw awdsisah. mihisdtukamikisiyiwa, mihtsdt mlkiwahpah. 
dh~ati-takuhtdt ispatindhkj awdsisah, “ ukiyutdw ! ” itik. 
“ dh, dtah ta-pdy-ituhtdw ; otah ta-pdmltssow ! ” 
ha, ituhtdw dkutd, pdhtdyis dh-tsimatdyik. a, pdhtukdw. 
“ d, asam nistds ; ia-mltsisow. ” 
asamdw. 
“ pahkwdsikandpuy , ” itdyihtam. 
“ dtah ta-pd-mltsisdw, ” itdw, dh~nitumiht. 
nam dskwa mitsisdw. 
dkwah mwdhtsi d-ivih-mltsisut, dsay mina kutakihk kutakah dh~ntumikut. 
dkwah dh-jnhtukdt, d-wlh-mitsisut, dmisi dkwah : “ nistds ta-pd-Mwdw. ” 
kiwdw. 
dh~plhtukdt, “ haw, nstdsd, kawisimuh I klpah mdna pitsindniwiw , 
klksdpd d-udh-pitsihk. kawisimuh ! ” 
kdh-kdtsiw. 
“ a, nstdsd, klpah mdna pitsiwak dki aylsiyiniwak klksdpd ! ” 
“ pisindw nltim kutawdtsih, dkutah nika-pdkupayin, ” itdyihtam. 
kdtaydwinisdw, “ wdtinahk nika-nipdn, ” dh-itdyihtahk. 
dkwah klksdpd pisindw dh-wdsdndkwaniyik, uhpiyiwah dhi piyd^sa, 
“ aylsiyiniwak ” k-dtdyihtahk. sdkdkundkdpawiw. 
“ tsd, mnikundwi-mahkayak ! ” 
dkwah pustaydwinisdw. 
“ nama klhtwdm nka-waydsihikuk ! ” 
dkwah sipwdhtdw. 
“ mahtih utdh kd-wlkihk / ” 
1 The narratress has since died. 
One way — and no doubt an ancient one — of telling Culture-Hero stories (which are known to 
every listener) is in a series of laconic sentences, largely quotations of speeches. 
In this anecdote Wisahketchahk visits the partridges in their camp. In each tent food is set 
before him, but before he can eat, he is dragged off by some other host. In the morning the 
partridges fly off before he wakes up, leaving him alone in the snow. 
