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“You have come just in time to where game has been killed/’ the man 
said to her; “Cut off for yourself as much as you please.” 
The young woman was pleased. 
“Now my mother will eat much meat!” she thought. 
At once he gave her one buffalo. She went home; she took home 
the meat entire. When she arrived at her home, they had a big meal. 
The old woman was glad. 
“Go out again; perhaps you will see him again making a killing.” 
She went. She saw him killing a buffalo. Again he gave her the 
entire carcass. She was pleased. 
And then, “Are you married?” 
“No,” she answered him. 
“Then let me marry you.” 
“Only wait,” she told him; “Let me first tell my mother. If she is 
content, I will marry you. Tomorrow I will tell you.” 
“Very well,” said the man; “I am very glad.” 
Then she departed. On the next day the old woman’s daughter asked 
her. 
“Let me marry this man,” she asked her. 
“Yes,” said the old woman. 
Then the young woman went; she saw the man. 
“Now I shall tell you: ‘Yes,’ says my mother; T may marry you.” 
She brought the man home with her. They arrived at the lodge. She 
had him as her husband. Every day he killed game. But when the 
weather was hot, the young woman became listless. 
‘WVhy are you so listless?” he asked his wife. 
“Because this is the time, always, when my husband is about to come,” 
said the young woman. 
“And so you mean to say you have a husband, this man!” he said to 
her; “If I had known that, I should not have married you. How looks 
the sky when your husband is about to come?” he asked the young woman. 
“When he is about to come, there is white sky; and yellow clouds are 
in the sky. That is when my husband has come near on his hither way. 
And close now, close has he come. Flee; he will kill you.” 
Then the man, “No; here I shall stay.” 
Presently the man hid indoors. There came a great thunderstorm. 
“That is my husband,” said the young woman. 
Close by the other came to earth; he came into the lodge. 
“Get up, my fellow-husband!” he said to that man. 
Then he got up. 
“We shall have a contest,” the other said to him. 
“Very well; you first. What sort of contest shall we have? You 
first,” the Thunderer was told. 
Then he roared. There came a great rainstorm; it hailed. Then that 
man changed his form. A snowshoe lay there during the great storm of 
rain and hail. Presently he ceased; he came inside the lodge. 
“Your turn now, my fellow-husband; shoot your arrow,” he told his 
fellow-husband. 
“Very well,” said he; “Now let there be intense cold!” he spoke; 
“Let there be very clear sky; let there be a clear cold sky!” 
