THE ORIGIN OF THE CLAM SHELL. 3 A 1B 
so medicine-men were sent for, but they could not help her. She would 
not let them touch her for fear they might find the false skin over her. 
All the medicine-men, one by one, were sent for, and none could help 
her. The young man, who all this time thought the woman to be his 
wife, felt badly. He said there was nothing now to be done; all the medi- 
cine-men had been sent for and they could not help her. ‘‘There is one 
more medicine-man that we have not sent for,”’ said he, ‘‘and that is 
the man who lives in the west.’’ He was sent for and he came. He 
entered the tipi and, although the people gave him a place by the woman, 
he squatted by the entrance. The woman had a bad color, for the skin 
over her was rotting. As the man came in, the woman saw that his 
face was painted black, and in his hand he held a black gourd. The old 
woman said: ‘‘ You black-eyed Crow, I know you; you are going to find 
me out; I know you are going to find me out.’’ The medicine-man sent 
the man after a bucket of water, saying, “‘Dip the water with a motion 
_ towards the west.’ This the man did and he heard some one saying: 
Now, Hawk Chief, here I stand in the water. 
I, Young-Duck, stand here in the water. 
He heard the voice and knew it and looked all around, but could not 
see his wife. He went back to the lodge and told Crow. ‘‘Good,”’ said 
Crow; ‘‘now you shall hear what I have to say.”” The old woman was 
now very sick, for she knew that she was found out. Crow sang this song: 
Now, crazy old woman, 
Your outer skin is rotten. 
Crow flew and knows. 
Crow flew and knows. 
Crow kept on singing, for he was telling what the witch had done. 
Hawk went to the creek and stood around there in the night, and he 
heard a woman sing this song: 
Here now stands Young-Duck. 
Here now stands Young-Duck. 
Yonder is Hawk Chief. 
She sang several times and then disappeared in the water. 
The boy went home, and Crow made the announcement that the 
woman was a witch and that she had killed the girl and had thrown her 
in the water. The people took the old woman out, and although she 
cried for mercy, they killed all her children. The boy went off to the 
water and listened and listened and listened for his wife’s song again. 
He turned into a Hawk and flew up and down the creek, crossing 
over from one side to the other, hunting the girl. For four days he 
flew around, until he was tired and hungry. On the evening of the 
fourth day he lighted on a high hill to rest. He saw smoke coming up in 
