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In this way he fled. He ran on and on, making all kinds of turns and 
twists, with the thought, “So that he may not track me." Then, towards 
dawn in a hollow place he lay down. 
“If I walk on in daytime, he will see me, in case he comes here pur- 
suing me,” he thought; “When night comes, I shall continue in my flight," 
he thought, as he lay down. 
As soon as he lay down, he fell asleep, lying all doubled up, with the 
headgear still on his shoulders. 
Suddenly, in the midst of his sleep, someone shook him and roused 
him, saying to him, “Big brother, get up[ You are blocking my way. I 
want to build the fire.” 
There he was, inside the other’s tipi; he had been sleeping right where 
the other always built the fire. He arose. 
“Dear me, little brother, I am afflicted with sleep-walking like this! 
And here it seems I have taken your sacred bundle!" he told him, remov- 
ing his burden and tying it back in its place. 
“All the more surely, I will steal it,” he thought. 
That night again he told him stories to make him sleepy. As soon as 
the other went to sleep, again he took it, slung it over his shoulder, and 
made off. All night long he ran. When he thought, “Surely, I am far off," 
towards dawn, where a tree stood, in a wooded place, “Here I shall sleep," 
he thought. So he sat down, leaning against the tree. Like this he tore his 
jacket and tied himself fast to the tree. In this position he went to sleep. 
Hardly had he gone off to sleep, when suddenly the other shook him awake. 
“Big brother, get up! You are delaying me; my headgear! I want 
to try and kill some game!” the other was saying to him. 
When he opened his eyes, what was this? He was sitting inside the 
place, tied fast to a tent-pole. 
He said, “Dear me! This is the way I am afflicted with the habit of 
walking in my sleep; and it seems that in some way I have taken up your 
sacred bundle, little brother!” he said to him, and rose to his feet, and tied 
the thing back where it belonged. 
The other at once took it, shook it out, and put on the headgear. 
Again, when he blew the flute, he called a buffalo. This one, too, he shot 
and killed. 
“Now, little brother, why do you kill only one?” he asked him. 
“Oh, one tongue is quite enough to give us our fill," he told him. 
With this he again tied up that headgear of his. And Wisahketchahk 
went and took up the tongue. When thus they had eaten, finally night 
came again. Again, as soon as the other slept, he stole it, and again made 
off in flight. He was bound to run fast, now, and far. WLen again he had 
gone a great distance, and again dawn was near, again he went into the 
brush. Where two trees stood side by side, there he sat down between 
them, and tied himself fast, thinking “This time I shall not be sleeping 
inside there!" So he went to sleep. Suddenly, in the midst of his sleep, 
there was the other, shaking him awake. 
“Big brother, get up! You are blocking my way. I want to put wood 
on the fire." 
It appeared that in the place where one went out of the tent, right in 
the doorway it appeared that he was tied fast. 
