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Badger said, “We shall not be able to raise him. What is he to wear? 
He will starve to death, seeing that we go hungry. Throw him out of 
doors, do,” he told her. 
“I shall be destroying him,” said Skunk-Woman. 
“Do throw him out of the house,” said Badger, 
Then Skunk-Woman kissed him as she threw him out, saying, “Truly, 
I am destroying him.” 
Into the tent the child came crawling, and, “Old woman, pick him 
up; throw him out.” 
The woman picked him up and flung him outside, as he cried. 
When he came in, toddling, “Ho, old woman, throw him out,” he 
said. 
Again she threw him out. 
Into the lodge came a boy, “Haha, old woman, throw him outside.” 
Although the child wept, she threw him out. 
In came a youth, very handsome, with long hair, and sat down in the 
place of honour, opposite the door, naked as he was, and “Plah, old woman, 
lend him your blanket-robe; let him wrap himself in it.” 
Then thus spoke that youth: “Father,” he said to that Badger, 
“have you a little scrap of leather, of kid-leather?” 
“Yes, I shall look for it.” 
He looked for it and found it. 
“Now, here you are, my son,” said Badger. 
This is what he did : the youth shook the piece of leather. 
“Let there be a coat!” said the youth. 
And really, there was a coat, which he put on. 
Again, “Bring a scrap of leather,” said the youth. 
He gave him another. The youth took it. 
“Let there be breeches for me!” 
Truly, there were some breeches. 
Then this youth, Clot-Child, spoke thus: “Father, a bit of buffalo 
hide, a bit with the wool on it!” 
He took it; he shook it in the air, that youth. 
He said, “Let it be a whole fur, for my blanket-robe, and let the horns 
be on it, and the hoofs!” said the youth. 
Truly the horns were on it and the hoofs, the buffalo-hoofs. So then 
the jmuth wrapped himself in it. 
“Now, father, if you have a bit of otterskin, give it to me.” 
So Badger looked for it; he found some. 
“Here, son,” he said to him. 
The youth took it; he swung it up and down. 
He said, “Let this otterskin be whole, that I may have it for a hat!” 
said the youth. “And now, father, go cut some saskatoon willows, for a 
bow.” 
So Badger went out and cut some. He was very glad that he had the 
young man. And, “Whence did he come?” thought Badger of his son. 
He did not know. From the blood that they had put in the kettle that 
youth had taken shape as a human being, because he was too angry at the 
way Badger was being abused. Therefore, this youth was named Clot- 
Child. Just as blood that has been standing long grows hard; this we 
call “a clot.” And from this it was that the youth sprang; therefore, he 
was Clot-Child. 
