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“It is not this one I have come to fetch. It is your own horse I have 
come to fetch!’' 
“Dear me, but this is my own horse that I prize very highly, which I 
am giving you!” 
“Not this one!” he answered him. 
“Oh, indeed? Well, then go to the place here from which I have come! 
Go on!” the other told him. 
“No, grandfather! Do you walk ahead!” he told him. 
The other tried to talk him down. At last, as he argued back, the 
other gave in to him and set out, saying to him, “Well, grandson, walk 
right ahead here!” “If I walk before him, he wall see my feet,” the other 
thought concerning him; that was why he said this to him. 
So, when they went on and came to the other side of the knoll, there 
was a large tipi. 
When they reached it, “There, grandson, go in! Over on this side 
you will see a beaded saddle, and an excellent rawhide thong bridle, that 
you may take to use on this my horse which I shall give you, when you go 
home.” 
“Oh, no! I do not mean to go home! It is another horse of yours 
which I have come to fetch!” he told him. 
Then the other urged him by speech; “Do you go in first!” he told 
him. He, in turn, urged the other. In the end, again he persuaded the 
other. As he was entering, he lifted his skirt with the stick; he saw that 
he had horses’ feet. 
As he entered, “What kind of feet has my grandfather?” he said to 
him. 
“Grandson, do you mean to say that you see my feet?” the other 
asked him. 
“Yes.” 
“What do they look like?” 
“You have feet just like a horse!” 
“You don’t say! So you really have seen my feet!” the other said 
to him. 
Then night came on. 
Then, as he stayed there, when it had grown fairly dark, “Grandson, 
let us not sleep, but tell stories,” the other said to him. 
“Very well! First let me go outside a moment,” he said to his grand- 
father. 
Accordingly, he went outside. Then he fastened on his grandmother’s 
breech-clout down below here, and that skin of a beaver-owl he slipped 
between his garments on his chest. Then he entered the lodge. So then 
he sat there. 
Then, “Now tell a tale!” the other said to him. 
Then he told stories. He told of his journey to that place; he did 
not tell about the old woman. He told the story up to the point where 
he saw the other. At last he finished his tale. 
At that, “My turn now!” said the old man, and began to narrate. 
All night long he told tales, the youth saying, “Yes!” from time to 
time. 
At last he grew sleepy. 
