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dkusi oki sipwahtawak. watsiy dh-utihtahkik awa dmkimdkana, kawip- 
ayihdwak ; ukiniwiwak. dkwah oki ndpdsisak ispimihk ituhtdwak, dh- 
atsdhkusiwitsik . 
dkusi dkuyikuhk dh-iskwdk dtaydhkdwin. 
There was a certain large town, of old, when, as we are told, they 
ate each other. And there a woman was chief, a Thunderbird-Woman, 
who ruled over one-half of the town; and over the other half there ruled as 
chief a Wolf; a man was this one. They used their followers as prizes 
of the contest, of their manitou contests, so that, whenever one was de- 
feated, then his followers were killed and eaten; that is what is called 
“eating each other.” Various kinds, those who were called men, various 
kinds of beasts they were. That is the way this was. 
Then in the part where the Wolf was chief, a young woman from there, 
who had a small brother whom she cared for and loved, when her lather 
and mother and all her other brothers and sisters had been killed, and only 
the two, she and her little brother were left alive, then thus she thought: 
“I shall go away; perhaps it will be possible for my little brother here to 
live,” she thought; “He is too pitiful, the little fellow,” she thought; “So 
then, tonight let there be very bad weather! Let it snow!” she said; “I 
shall go away and no one shall know whither I go.” So she thought. 
Really, when night fell, there was very bad weather, and it snowed. 
Then the young woman was glad. As soon as it was very dark, she made 
ready; she cut down her lodge and threw it aloft into the storm. And her 
sleeping-mats and her blanket-robes and all the things she would have 
occasion to use, she took, when she had made ready, and she wrapped all 
her possessions in a buffalo robe. In this way she set out, dragging her 
belongings, dragging them as if on a flat sled, and carrying her little brother. 
There was a bad storm. The storm kept on all night, while she walked on. 
At last day dawned; the bad weather did not abate. All that day it 
stormed. Only towards evening the day grew clear. She kept on walking. 
At last night fell. At that point she camped. She had nothing to eat, 
there where she slept. When day broke, she went on. Then, when day 
broke, her little brother cried, because he was hungry. Yet she needs made 
ready to go on. When she had found a stretch of country that was dotted 
with clumps of trees, where there was one larger grove, thither she went, 
to look it carefully over, thinking, “I shall try to find a good place to live.” 
Really, she did find in the wood a hollow place where there was water and 
dense forest round about. There she pitched camp. She cleared off the 
snow where she meant to dwell; she built a fire. Her little brother still was 
weeping with hunger. When she had built the fire, she made something 
to use as a snare. 
And so, when her little brother had gone to sleep, she set a snare, 
thinking, “Perhaps I may kill a rabbit; my little brother could eat it.” 
Then, as she gathered faggots, from the place where she gathered 
faggots, some rabbits scampered forth. One of them got caught in the 
snare. She killed it. 
“Splendid! Now my little brother shall eat!” she thought. 
She took it back with her; eagerly she prepared it to cook, that she 
might give her brother to eat. When she had cooked it done, her little 
