THE CANNIBAL WITCH AND THE BOY WHO CONQUERED THE BUFFALO. 77 
lowers. There they stood for some time. The Buffalo on one side were 
herded by the boy and the old bull, while the Buffalo on the other side 
were herded by White-Spot-on-Forehead. The Buffalo came together 
on each side as if to try to hook one another. The boy watched all 
the time so that he could send one of his arrows through the side of 
White-Spot-on-Forehead, but they did not come together, but scattered. 
The boy and the old bull went home. As they entered the tipi, the old 
bull said: “‘My son, White-Spot-on-Forehead challenges you to smoke 
with him to-morrow. You and the bull will each smoke. When you 
take a big puff of smoke, try to send it up a high, dry cottonwood tree. 
If the bull sends his smoke higher than you do, then you will be killed, 
and my people will also be killed. If you beat White-Spot-on-Forehead, 
you will take your bow and arrows and kill him.” The boy listened 
carefully and hethought of what he would do. He thought of running 
away, and again he thought he would stay and see how things would 
turn out with him among the Buffalo. 
Early the next morning the Buffalo gathered around the dry cotton- 
wood tree. White-Spot-on-Forehead appeared as aman. He brought 
a large-sized tobacco pouch and a large pipe. As the Buffalo gathered, 
White-Spot-on-Forehead said: ‘‘Nawa, you, boy, and I are to smoke 
and see who can send the smoke the highest up this dry tree. If your 
smoke goes higher than my smoke, then you are to kill me, but if my 
smoke goes higher than yours, then I am to kill you.” ‘‘Nawa,’’ said 
the boy. White-Spot-on-Forehead put all of his people on one side, and 
the old bull’s people went on the boy’s side. White-Spot-on-Forehead 
said with a loud voice, ‘‘I now cut tobacco.’”’ All on his side said, 
‘‘Nawa.’’ Again White-Spot-on-Forehead spoke and said, ‘‘The bowl 
will now receive a coal.’’ ‘‘Nawa,’’ all said on his side. ‘‘Now I in- 
hale smoke.’’ All on his side said, ‘‘Nawa.”’ ‘‘Now I send smoke up 
the tree.’’ All on his side said, ‘‘Nawa.’’ The smoke was blown at 
the base of the cottonwood tree, and it began toroll up the tree. All on 
his side kept crying, ‘‘The smoke is going to reach the top.’’ Those 
on the boy’s side kept saying, ‘‘The smoke fails to reach the top of 
the tree.’’ All watched the smoke roll up the tree, and as the smoke 
was about to reach the fork of the tree it scattered. 
It was the boy’s turn. He took the pouch and pipe, cut the tobacco 
and said, ‘‘I now cut and mix tobacco with sumach leaves.’’ All on 
his side said, ‘‘Nawa.’’ Then the boy filled the bowl of the pipe and 
said, “I now fill the pipe.’’ All on his side said, ‘‘Nawa.”’ ‘‘I inhale 
smoke,”’ said the boy. All on his side said, ‘‘Nawa.’’ ‘‘Now I start 
the smoke,”’ said the boy. All on his side said, ‘‘Nawa.’’ The boy 
blew the smoke at the base of the tree, and as the smoke began to 
