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“Alas, i^randfather mine, try to save me; my sister means to kill me! 
If you save my life, I am willing to marry you,” she said to him. 
He did not even look at her; he did not speak to her. 
“Alas, alas, if you like, I will even take you as my father, if you save 
my life!” 
He would not even glance at her. She was in distress, for her sister was 
now coming near. 
“Alas, quickly try to save me, for a manitou means to kill me!” 
Only then did he look at her. 
“That is no manitou. That is your elder sister,” he told her. 
“Yes; but she means to kill me! Try to save my life. I am even 
willing to take you as my elder brother,” she told him. 
“Yes!” 
Now that One-Leg was pleased. 
“Here,” he told her, “run along here!” 
So she went along there, passing through between his legs. 
“Keep walking along that little path there. When you reach the main 
trail on the shore, you will see a little wooden house. When you reach it, 
then do you enter it, my little sister,” he told her now. 
Oh, the young woman was glad. And so away she ran. For even 
now she saw her elder sister approaching. Really, when on her way she 
came to the shore where were those woods, and came upon the trail, she 
saw a little wooden house, a very good one. She entered it. 
That other one came to her fellow one-leg. 
“One-Leg, where is my spouse?” 
As though she had said nothing at all to him, he kept on breaking the 
ice. 
“It is to you I am saying this, One-Leg! Truly he does not even mean 
to look at me! Where is my spouse? It is you I am asking this! I am 
ready to kill you, since you do not care to talk to me!” she told him. 
He kept on pounding away, while she spoke to him in all manner of 
ways, thinking, “I will make him tell me.” 
Presently, “Oho, the noise this person makes! She is not your spouse; 
she is your sister! You are not a man; you are a woman, who go saying, 
‘my wife’!” 
“No!” cried that woman; “Quickly now tell me : where is my spouse? 
Where has she gone from here?” 
“Right here,” he said to her. 
“Where?” 
“Right here,” he told her. 
“But where, One-Leg? Quick, tell me!” 
When she made to go under between his legs, he dropped the stone 
which he was carrying. It fell on her and cut her straight through at the 
middle; it killed her. 
The man went right on pounding. Presently at last he remembered 
that woman; he went home. When he arrived at his little wooden house, 
there sat his little sister. But there was nothing for her to eat. She saw a 
great many quivers hanging there. One-Leg stayed there. 
“Ho, here I am sitting like this, and have not given my little sister 
anything to eat!” he said, and took a little flute, and burned incense under 
it, and opened the door. When he played on the flute, quickly the buffalo 
