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“Why, even you are in the habit of putting moccasins on your husband's 
feet, when he doesn't kill anything good!" 
Then, when they had eaten, the young woman set about her butcher- 
ing. When she had cleaned the animals, they went to bed and slept. In 
the morning, when they had got up and breakfasted, the handsome man 
went out, angry because, when he tried to hunt, Bearskin-Breeches kept 
outdoing him. He went straight out of the tent. 
Then said that young woman, “Hoho, how now? Did not he always 
use to kick him as he went out? He must be ashamed at being outdone!" 
she called to him. 
Then Bearskin-Breeches, too, got ready and went hunting, and after 
a while he was far off. Presently, in the afternoon, he saw some moose. 
He killed some, and dragged them home. And the handsome man killed 
one deer, a male that was very lean. At nightfall he arrived. The elder 
sister was very glad when she saw the deer. 
“Splendid! Now we can use it for moccasins!" she said. 
When at last it was quite dark, the younger sister went outside, and 
then she heard someone who came a-singing. And quickly he came near 
with his song, while she stood there and listened with pleasure to him who 
sang. When he had come near, she went inside; it seems that it was 
Bearskin-Breeches’ snowshoes that always came singing. When he came 
in, he handed her the rawhide. When she tugged at it, she could not 
manage it; then Bearskin-Breeches drew in two moose. 
“Splendid! Truly, I am glad that we can have moccasins from one, 
and my father and my brothers from the other!” she said. 
The elder sister now spoke not at all, as her husband was outdone. 
Then the young woman with zeal prepared her husband’s food. When 
they had eaten, the young woman skinned and cut up the game: look you, 
those moose were fat. 
“Little sister,” said the elder, “Give me one of those leg-bones; let 
me eat the marrow," she asked her. 
“Oho, so that is where we are! I certainly shall not give you any; 
you hate your brother-in-law here; anything he has killed cannot possibly 
taste good,” she told her sister. 
Then in time it was night. Finally they went to bed. When morning 
came, and they had eaten breakfast, again they went hunting. 
Thus spoke Bearskin-Breeches: “Bring your rawhide rope,” he told 
his wife. 
As he hunted, when he was far off, he killed a very fat bear. And the 
handsome man killed a bull buffalo. This time too, the buffalo was not 
fat. They always dragged home entire whatever they killed; so now, in 
the evening, there came the handsome man, who had killed a bull buffalo. 
And when it was all dark, there came Bearskin-Breeches, and entered the 
tent. The young woman was happy as soon as he came in. When she 
pulled at the rawhide rope, she could not manage it. 
She said, “What new treat has my husband in store for me?” 
“For shame,” the elder one cried at once; “She even goes so far as to 
speak of him as ‘husband’!” she said. 
“Well, and certainly there is no reason why I should not call him so, 
seeing that he always makes good killings for me!” said the younger, for 
Bearskin-Breeches’ wife loved him. 
