224 TALES OF READY-TO-GIVE. 
When the woman heard it she said: ‘‘It must be a wonderful robe, 
but you shall never have it again, for I now have it for my skirt.”’ The 
boy continued to sing: 
I am hunting a robe. 
Who has picked it up? 
Dragon-flies are painted upon it. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
At last the boy began to sing: 
I am hunting a robe. 
Who has picked it up? 
The lightning is painted upon it. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
I am hunting a robe. 
Who has picked it up? 
The thunders are painted upon it. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
I am hunting a robe. 
Who has picked it up? 
The winds are painted upon it. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
Attention! It is among the people. 
The Witch-Woman heard this song and she said: “‘Do you think I am 
going to be blown away when I have more power than you have?” The 
boy cried again. As he finished he blew with his breath from the west 
to where the woman stood. Then he cried again and this time clouds 
were seen coming from the west. Clouds blew over the land. When 
the boy cried the fourth time the old woman took the robe off and threw 
it down and said: ‘‘My grandchild, there is your robe. You must not 
let the storm blow me away.” Just about that time the wind caught 
the old woman and whirled her up into the heavens as if a whirlwind 
had struck her. It began to rain all over the land. On the side of a hill 
was a ravine and the rain seemed to stop there. Suddenly the wind, 
where the woman was, seemed to go on, and the woman was brought 
down again, and she was blown up on the side of the hill at the head of 
the ravine where it was now muddy. There she was sunk into the mud. 
