THE BOY WHO CALLED THE BUFFALO AND WENT TO NORTH-WIND. 107 
the boy joined them. The mother came to the boy and said: ‘‘My boy, 
come home at once, for the clouds are coming, and if it snows I am 
afraid you will get lost.”’ The boy said nothing, but followed the men. 
The men went straight west. The boy kept up with them for three 
days, but as they had nothing to eat he became very tired and hungry. 
In the night it snowed very hard, but the men kept on. The next day 
was clear, the sun was out, and the men went on. In the evening the 
boy fell behind, for he could go no farther, for he was now very hungry. 
He sat down to rest. The men did not wait for him. They went on. 
The boy saw the clouds come up from the west. The clouds he saw 
were snow clouds, and while he sat there it began to snow. Something 
dropped in front of him and he reached for it and picked it up. The 
thing was an artichoke. The boy ate the artichoke and felt better. 
While he was sitting down, someone spoke to him. The boy looked 
around, but saw noone. He heard a striking noise. The unseen being 
spoke again and said, ‘‘Do you feel better now?’’ The boy said, ‘‘ Yes, I 
feel better.’’ The unknown voice then said: ‘‘My son, it was I who gave 
youlife. Ileft youalone until you should become this old. I made you 
‘comehere. I amthe Snow-Storm. Icamewith the snow and dropped 
you the artichoke that youhaveeaten. Now I amhere. Look, and you 
will see me.”’ The boy looked and there stood a man with a buffalo 
robe about his shoulders. The robe had snow upon it. He also had a 
fox-skin cap with a feather at the end of the tail. The wind blew and 
made the feather whip the robe, thus producing the noise that the boy 
had first heard. The strange man said: ‘‘Now, my son, I want you 
to go back to your people and ask them for certain presents that you 
must give me. These arethe red paint, blue beads, black eagle feathers, 
and native tobacco. You must again scratch upon the earth and you 
will find artichokes. Take them home to your father and mother and 
let them boil and eat them. I have blown my breath upon you, so that 
you can travel as fast as I do.”’ 
The boy gathered the artichokes and started home. He did not 
seem to be traveling, he glided along so easily. Soon he came to the 
village and entered and went straight to his tipi. He woke his father 
and mother. He gave his mother the artichokes and told her to boil 
them. She put them in a vessel over the fire. The boy told his father 
to invite his relatives. When the relatives came into the tipi they were 
glad to smell the boiling artichokes. The boy spoke and said: ‘‘My 
friends, I came from a long journey. These things that you are about 
to eat were given to me by a strange being. Now, I ask you to give me 
the things that I shall name: Red paint, blue beads, black eagle feath- 
