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Thereupon he arose and kissed his father and mother. Then he went 
out and departed. As soon as he was round a bend, he took an arrow and 
shot it. 
“Now, on this arrow of mine let me standi Where yon people dwell, 
there let me fall to earth!” he said. 
Really, there he came to earth. Then he took his arrow. So he went 
to a lodge; where a poor old woman dwelt alone, there he entered. 
“Be seated, my grandchild!” she said to him. 
In that village a most terrible bear was the chief. He had four children, 
two women and two men. Whenever he learned that a buffalo had been 
killed, that bear who was chief would take all the fat meat, so that now 
they were starving, there where Clotkin was staying. Clotkin did not 
know that. Where the tents stood in a circle, there in the centre was a 
buffalo-close. 
Then thus did Clotkin’s grandmother speak to him: “Grandchild, 
there is great famine here; even though the young men look for buffalo, 
they find none; they see none. And the chief, if anyone drives buffalo 
into the corral, the chief will give him his daughters, and very handsome 
young women they are.” Then she also told him : “But even when buffaloes 
are killed, that bear takes all the fat meat, whatever meat is at all good, 
and nobody can kill him, so terrible is he.” 
“Well then, grandmother, I shall make a round-up, never fear,” he 
told his grandmother. 
“Do not!” she answered him; “Even if you did, we should not be 
allowed to eat any good meat,” she told him. 
In due time they went to bed. In the morning, when Clotkin got up, 
his grandmother still slept. Thus he went out of the lodge and away, to 
fetch buffalo. When he was far off, he gathered and 
laid them in a row, like this. 
He spoke: “Arise ye! Arise ye! Arise ye!” 
A great herd of buffalo arose from the ground. 
“Stop! Stop!” he cried to them. 
He went up to them, he saw one that was fat; he pulled a few hairs 
from it. 
“Now then, you will be very lean,” he said to it; “Now, when I take 
you all home with me, you will run into the corral. But you,” he said to the 
one, “you will not go in. You will go over this way, a little ways up the 
river. The dogs will set upon you; and the children will shoot at you. 
Somewhere thereabouts is my grandmother's lodge; you will see it; there 
in the doorway the children will kill you,” he said to that buffalo. And 
then, “So now, off with you! Run!” 
Then really, the buffalo ran off, and he ran along behind them, driving 
the buffalo. After mid-day those buffalo arrived. The one buffalo that 
was lean ran off by itself somewhere. When the people saw that it was 
entirely lean, they paid no attention to it. The dogs set upon it, and at 
last the boys kept shooting at it, as it ran toward that old woman’s lodge. 
There the boys killed that buffalo. 
The old woman was very glad, thinking, “Now I shall have meat.” 
Now Clotkin was behind some obstacle; the people did not see him, 
and, “Like a poor, ugly child let me look!” said Clotkin. 
