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The man knew that his young brother had gone away. He went and 
told his father, that his brother might be looked for, for his father was a 
chief, and had power over the camp. So the old man went out of his tent 
and announced that they had lost his son, and ordered a general search 
for him. 
By this time the youth was far off. Where there was heavy timber, 
he went into the woods. W^ell into the woods he sat down. At last he 
lay down, thinking, “May I not be found!’' 
Those people searched everywhere. He was sought here and there in 
the woods, but not found. At last night came. 
WTien it was entirely dark, the youth set out. He did not know in 
what direction he was going. When daylight was again near, again he lay 
down, in a wooded ravine. 
Now, those people searched also in the woods; but by this time the 
youth was far away. The searchers all turned back before they had come 
upon him. 
The young man slept all day. In the evening he awoke. Presently 
he heard someone weeping. When he made to see the one who was weeping, 
he recognized his brother, standing motionless on a hill. So he kept hiding 
from him. His brother was weeping for him, because he had lost him. At 
last, as darkness was coming on, his brother departed to go home; when 
he heard him no more, he, too, set out, in the dark. All of that night 
again he walked. Toward daybreak he lay down, wherever he happened to 
be, thinking, “Now I am surely far off; now surely no one will see me.” 
When he awoke, it was already bright day. “I may as well walk by day- 
light now,” he thought. So he started off. He had not eaten from the 
time he set out. He walked all day, and when darkness was falling, again 
lay down where he happened to be. By this time he was hungry. The 
next morning he went on. He did not know, however, where he was going. 
He had never gone about seeing the world. He was very hungry now. Now 
he never walked at night, but only in daytime. In time he must have gone 
very far, walking every day, as he did. 
Presently he felt himself growing feeble; indeed, he was almost 
prostrate with hunger. For he never ate, purposely refraining from killing 
anything he might eat. 
“Oh, it really looks as if I should simply starve to death. It would 
be better if some creature should kill me. But if nothing kills me, and if I, 
by any chance, kill something, and if, besides, I find something that I can 
use, then I shall go home, if from any place I get something,” he thought; 
“If I see anything I can eat, I suppose I had better try to kill it,” he thought. 
But he did not see anything. Then in time he could no longer walk 
with any speed, so weak was he from hunger; he hobbled along leaning on 
a stick, feeble from starvation. 
Presently, after two nights, at last he saw a partridge, and thought, 
“I shall try to kill it, that I may eat.” So he shot an arrow at it; he killed 
it. He took it and plucked off the feathers. Near by was a rise in the land ; 
he saw that there was a wood beyond. 
“I shall try to camp there for the night,” he thought and set out. 
When he got to the top of the hill, he saw a little lodge standing there. 
“Truly, I am glad that I shall see some people,” he thought. 
