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This old man and his grandson, a youth, dwelt, the two, alone, in a 
tipi. The old man was fond of his grandson. He always hunted. 
Then at one time, “Now then, my grandchild, I think I shall try to 
kill some creature that you may use for a hat,” he said to his grandson. 
“Yes,” answered the other. 
“For too much does someone frighten me with the foreboding that he 
will come upon you,” said the old man to his grandson. 
And so he killed a jack-rabbit; then he skinned it. 
“Now then, my grandchild, I shall try to kill some creature, that you 
may have another hat,” he told his grandson. 
“Yes,” answered he. 
Then he killed a raven; he skinned it. 
“Now, my grandchild, when I hunt each day, should anyone come to 
you, do not look at him,” his grandfather told him. 
“Grandfather,” he told him, “Please try to kill a partridge; let me 
have a tobacco-pouch of it,” he told him. 
“Indeed, my grandchild, what you say is right. I will help you. 
Put this stone inside, and you have a slung-shot club,” he told his grandson. 
Then the old man made a set of darts. 
“Now, my grandchild, tr}^ to seize these darts on the run, that you 
may use them,” his grandfather told him. 
“Yes,” he said to him. 
“And now, grandchild, sit over here,” the other told him. 
He blew forth his breath : there lay a stone. 
“Ho, I am leaving you too weak; perhaps something will overcome 
you!” his grandfather said to him; “Do, grandchild, lie down; lie down 
flat on your back,” his grandfather told him. 
He blew forth his breath more than once: on all sides roots clung 
fast, roots from way down under the ground, until he was firmly tied down 
by the roots. 
“My grandchild, this shall be j^our name,” he told him; “Pine-Root- 
Man will be your name. Do not look at anyone,” his grandfather told 
him; “Try to take with you these darts. Here to the stick of the door- 
flap I shall tie these things which I give you, and also your tobacco-pouch,” 
his grandfather told him; “Do not look at anyone that may come to you.” 
“Yes, grandfather,” he told him. 
Accordingly not at all would he look at the door. He lay wrapped 
up, with his blanket over his head. Then at one time something came 
a-jingling. He heard it; he wrapped up his head; he heard someone come 
near to him, gaily laughing. 
“These are women,” he thought; “These are the ones my grandfather 
meant,” he thought. 
There, they came in. 
“Hey, and so there he sleeps, just the same, our sweetheart who will 
not look at us!” they said to him. 
“Surely they must be beautiful!” thought the young man. 
Then they kept talking to him, saying all kinds of things; but he 
would not speak to them. 
“Truly, we are disdained by our sweetheart Pine-Root!” they said to 
him; “Come, let us go home, sister-wife!” they said. 
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