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aspin d-nipdt, kltahtawd mistik uhtsi kd-kuskuskuyahkahukut, “ wan- 
iskdh, nisidsd ! ka-kaskdpasun ! nimn-pondn, ” dh-itikut, nnkiyihk ispimih 
dh-aku^t, itah k-dh-wayawiydpahtdyik dkutah. 
“ yahd, nimn, dkuyikuhk dkus oma dsih-kiskwdhkwasisMydn ! ” itaw, 
dh-pdh-mhtakuM, dh-'fnhiukdt, dh-ta-tahkupitahk, itah kdh-kih-tahkupit- 
dyik. 
dmis Itik : “ vnsahkdtsdhk, namuya ka-klh-kimutamawin nitastutin, 
dyak oma ndpdyanih dh-pd-kiwdhtahikuyan. nawats ta-ponihtdyan ! ” 
itik. 
dkus d-Jah-mltsisut, sipivdhtdw, 
dkuyikuhk dskwdk dtayohkdwin. 
Once upon a time, as Wisahketchahk was walking along, he saw a 
tipi. 
When he reached it, he said, “Hum, hum!” 
As usual, he was hungry. 
“Yes, yes, come in!” someone called to him. 
When he entered, there was a lone man. When he sat down, he looked 
all round for something to eat. He saw nothing. So there he sat. 
Presently the other said, “Oh dear, but I am forgetting that my elder 
brother is hungry!” he said. 
He saw that something or other was tied fast in the doorway. The 
other took that thing and removed the covering: it turned out to be a 
headgear, a headgear of weasel-skin, and a little flute. The man scattered 
some embers of the fire and burned incense for the headgear and the flute. 
He watched the man do it. The man put on the headgear, opened the 
door-flap, and took one of his arrows. When he blew on the flute, quickly 
a buffalo came running, and ran right past the doorway. The man shot it 
and killed it. He took off the headgear, put it back in its covering, and 
tied it fast to the wood of the tent-poles. 
“Now, big brother, go cut out the tongue; only that!” he told him. 
So he took it, and went and cut out the tongue. 
“It looks as if we should not get our fill!” he thought. 
Then he prepared the roast. 
He went out of the tent, thinking, “I shall take a lot of the meat.” 
The buffalo was not there; it had gone away. He went back in, and 
they ate. 
“Little brother, do you always kill game in this manner?” he asked 
him. 
“Yes. I never tramp about when I want to kill game. I put on this 
head-dress, when I want to kill game, and by blowing the flute, summon 
buffalos,” said the man. 
“You don't say!” he answered him. 
Wisahketchahk thought thus: “I shall steal it from him!” he thought; 
“I shall tell him stories to make him sleepy, so that he will not know when 
I steal it from him,” he thought. 
Then, when night came, he told him tales, so as to make him get sleepy. 
When he knew that the other was sleepy, then they went to bed. He 
kept from going to sleep. As soon as the other slept, he took the headgear, 
and went out of the tent with it, stealing it and carrying it over his shoulder. 
