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**0h, big brother, we could not refuse you. Especially, as there is no 
older person here, but only children,” said he who made the snow-darts 
work. 
He did always the same thing. 
Then, early one morning, as he went out of the house, “A great supply 
of food have these children who have been lost,” he thought, and, because 
he had got fat now, ‘T shall go home. I shall go tell what I have seen,” 
thought he. 
He went home. He ran for home. 
When he had got near their dwelling-place, “Now then, let my big 
brother who is going home thinking, “I shall go tell what I have seen,’ let 
him lose his memory! Let him not tell!” thought he whose snow-dart had 
been tracked. 
That Silly-Fellow lost his memory. As he entered his father’s dwelling, 
he said all kinds of disconnected things. So nothing came of it. 
After a time, when he was again starved lean, for he had nothing to 
eat, there came the odour of fat meat. 
“That is the boys storing up food. I shall go there and eat,” he 
thought. 
He did not even think of going back. He did not want to tell about 
it, but thought only of his hunger. He started out. Towards nightfall 
he got there. 
“Here comes our big brother again. Give him something to eat; let 
him eat,” said he. 
So he was fed. 
“Now, let me stay here with you, my little brothers,” he said. 
By this time, much food had those children who had been lost. 
Then, when he had again got fat, again he thought, “Let me go tell 
what I have seen.” 
So he went home. When he had got very near their dwelling-place, 
“Let my big brother lose his memory, who is going to tell what he has 
seen!” thought he. 
Really, he lost his memory. 
“What on earth was I going after?” he thought. 
So then he stayed there again. After a time, when again he was 
going hungry, as he stepped out of the tent, again he smelled an odour of 
fat meat. Off he ran; what else was there to do? Again he reached the 
place. 
“Little brothers, this time I shall not leave you any more,” he said. 
He stayed there. When he had got fat again, he went home. 
“This time I will not forget: the boys have a supply of meat,” he 
said at intervals. 
Just as he was about to open the door-flap of their tipi, “The boys!” 
he said; he had forgotten. 
So then he stayed in his father’s tipi. 
After a time, when he was again lean with hunger, as he stepped out 
of doors in the morning, again there came the scent of fat meats. 
“That is my little brothers laying up a store of meat!” he thought. 
At once, off he ran. Towards nightfall, he got there, on the run. So 
then he again stayed there. 
“What is his name, his who directs you, this little brother’s of mine?” 
