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Early in the morning he set out. He did as before, collecting buffalo- 
dung; as before, he whooped at them. They rose from the ground. He 
threw himself down. He came walking at their head. The buffalo pressed 
him close, stepping on his bird-tail, for the creature which we call the 
quail, that was the form the bashful one had taken. Then, when things 
were waved to drive on the buffalo, he found no place to go; he hung 
helpless in the air; he went past the herd. Although he wanted to come 
to earth, he was not able to. Hastily to a clump of willows, hastily he 
flew up and thither. All at once something came bearing down with noise 
through the air. He had not time to look that way; it came and struck 
him. But it failed to snatch him. In one place that other creature circled 
round in the air. 
Then the prattler cried “Dear me, my brother is being destroyed! I 
must go look after him!” 
He went out of the tent; he took his bow; and he took those two 
arrows. There in the grove he saw his brother lying. When he reached 
him, close by a winter-hawk was hanging in the air. 
“Hey!” he called to it; “Hey! Exactly as now you appear, even so 
shall be your bodily form 
you would always transgress. You will have to get your food always in 
the way of this which now you have done!” he said to it. 
It could not change its form; it could not turn back into human shape. 
It was the one of whom the quail who was slain had been told, “He hates 
you.” Now for his brother. He shot an arrow into the air; w’hen he had 
shot the second one as well, his brother rose to his feet; he had restored 
him to life. 
At once he hurried to the buffalo-pound; he saw a man sitting up on 
the hurdles of the enclosure. He wore a bracelet on his arm. The prattler 
descended to earth and began to look for a flint arrow-head. 
“Oho! I prized it. Glutton, my flint arrow-head!” 
He looked at him; his hand was bloody. He did like this. 
“It must be you, Glutton!” 
As he said so to him, it was a magpie that he struck full in the face. 
“Here needs you will beg from human men! You will not be able 
to change your form! Wipe your face; you will have sight!” he said to it. 
It could not change its form. 
“In the woods you will get your sustenance!” he told it. 
When it w'as told thus, it flew up; it flew somewhere aloft. It was 
unable to take on human form again. 
“Let us needs both go tomorrow; let us drive buffalo,” said the 
prattler, “Then let us plan for these people,” he said to his younger brother,' 
“For it will not go well — mortal men are to be born here on earth, and we 
must clear this earth for them,” he told his brother. 
“Yes,” the latter answered him. 
Then both went, the next morning, to drive buffalo. So off yonder 
they made buffalo; and they brought back with them a vast number, but 
only a few went into the corral. The Partridge wore breeches of hair, and 
the Quail wore breeches of hair. And they wore their clothes with the fur 
turned in. They looked most handsome. They stood together, the two 
as they slew all the buffalo. While some of the people cleaned the game, 
others came to give them berry-water to drink. 
