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“ ‘When here you wish to call me by name, “Little Snow-Dart,” you 
will call me,’ he has said. And so we never call him by his name,” the boys 
told him. 
When he was fat again, “Well, little brother, what is your name, 
really?” he asked him. 
“Why, big brother, they who are with me here call me ‘Little Snow- 
Dart.’ That is what they always say.” 
Then, in the morning, when he went home, “My brother Little Snow- 
Dart has a store of meat,” he said at intervals. 
When he arrived at their dwelling-place, “Now let him not forget; 
let my big brother tell what he has seen!” thought he. 
So, when he entered their tipi, “My brother, Little Snow-Dart, has 
a store of meat. I have taken him up, adopted him, father,” he told his 
father; “This grandmother of ours who lives right here, it is her grandson 
has the store of meat. But I am going to tell my grandmother about it,” 
he said; “ ‘Tomorrow let our father move his camp here, and my grand- 
mother, too. All the people are to move camp to this place,” says my 
brother. Little Snow-Dart,” he told his father. 
Truly, then, this chief was glad that the boys were inviting people. 
“Your boys whom you had lost want you to come to them, because 
they have got a store of meat,” he said. 
So, in the morning, they all moved camp, including that other chief. 
Late in the evening they arrived with their camps. They had to share the 
meat half and half. 
“You are not to go anywhere in the precinct of this other chief. You 
are not to go back to your homes. You are to stay here in our house. As 
for me, some of the time I shall stay in my grandmother’s tent, and some 
of the time in my big brother’s. That is the way we shall do,” he com- 
manded. 
Then he went and gave his grandmother the entrails of a buffalo, 
which they had dried. 
“Grandmother, take care of these. Do not ever take them,” he said. 
Then, soon they had eaten up all the food. 
Thus spoke that other chief — at nightfall there came a kicking at 
the tipi of Silly-Fellow and his family: “Now again we shall engage in a 
contest, to the number of forty,” said that other chief. 
His father bowed his head. 
Then, “In what way, big brother, is it that they contend?” 
“Oh, little brother, it is a contest on the ice. And in this our father 
is always defeated,” he was told. 
“Now then, big brother, in each contest let there be two instead of 
one on a side,” said he who had made the supply of meat. 
“ ‘There are to be two on a side,’ says my brother,” he told those 
others. 
Then, the next morning, they went to the place. Little Snow-Dart 
went there, too. He saw that eighty was the number of them, all together, 
whom they and the other were staking. Then, when they had come to 
the ice, the servant of that other chief, who had spirit power, leaped out 
upon the ice. And behold, there was an otter diving into the ice, and there, 
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