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let them take the fattest one, to provide meat for them to eat!” said the 
boy who was a prattler; “If they do this way and do not peep, things will 
always go as well as this. But if they peep, things will not go well. Even 
if Partridge-Claw here drives buffalo, things will go just as well, if only 
your father and your mother do not try to look. By the time Partridge- 
Claw has had two turns at driving in buffalo, there will be enough, I guess, 
for a stay over the summer. You will have a big supply of meat. This 
Partridge-Claw is not really a child. And I, too; because we felt sorry 
for you when you were starving, is why we came to your dwelling,” he 
told her; “Tell your father and mother: tomorrow again Partridge-Claw 
is to drive buffalo. Some four days after that he is to drive them again. 
In the end you will have a big supply of food,” he told his wife. 
Then those children went about playing. Then at one time each of 
them took a stick of saskatoon willow. They brought them into the lodge 
and put feathers on them, to make arrows. They were pretty. They tied 
them to the master-pole by which the tent is raised. 
Thus spoke the prattler: “Sister-in-law, do you and the others never 
take these; Partridge-Claw is very particular about my arrows,” he told 
her. 
The old folks heard this. 
“Now, it is to them we owe our lives, since they have provided food for 
us, children! Never so much as touch my sons-in-laws’ arrows, since they 
are particular about them!” said the old man. 
Then, the next morning, the child who was bashful went buffalo 
driving. They always did it in the same way. The buffalo ran into the 
pound. Even as before, the people and the children made their din, and 
they did not peer out. All the buffalo were skinned and cut up for them 
beforehand, so that without delay the old couple could set about fetching 
in meat day after day. 
Then, when the drying scaffolds that had been left on the abandoned 
site were all full, the children ceased. 
Then the boy who was a prattler spoke: “Sister-in-law, give us food. 
Give us provisions for the way. Perhaps some time we shall not get home; 
let us have food to eat off there,” said the boy who was a prattler. 
Accordingly, they were given pieces of dried meat and of fat meat 
and tripe, nicely wrapped into a bundle for them to carry on their backs. 
When this had been done for them, then early in the morning they went out 
of the tipi. 
“Now, Partridge-Claw, that chief who moved away from this camp 
and his people are starving. Let us go there. Let us go give our grand- 
mother food,” he said to the other. 
“Very well,” said that boy. 
They rose from the ground, flying through the air. Late in the after- 
noon they reached the place where there were many tents. 
Meanwhile those girls felt lonely for their husbands, when they did not 
hear them at their noisy play. 
But those others alighted in a grove of trees. 
“Now, Partridge-Claw, I have no confidence in your powers. Let me 
be the one to go see those children,” he said to his comrade. 
He flew up in the form of a partridge. He settled on a poplar tree. 
“Hey! Come here! See this partridge!” cried the children. 
