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arise from his sleep and come, for he had slept too long. The woman 
went and touched her brother, told him that he had slept too long, and 
that it was time for him to get up. The young man sat up and said, 
““T have slept too long.”” Then the young girl hugged her brother and 
said, ‘‘My brother, you were killed.’?’ Then he remembered chasing the 
Buffalo. He went to the tipi and ate. 
The people would not believe that the young man had brought his 
brother-in-law to life, and they said that the young man was not power- 
ful. One time when he led a war party out they were seen by the enemy, 
and just as the enemy were about to overtake them the young man, 
owner of the dun Horse, took the lariat rope from his shoulder, and 
called the men together to stand by him. He put the lariat rope over 
his shoulder, and a storm came down from the heavens and covered the 
enemy, and they went off in different directions, but around where they 
_ were it was clear. The owner of the dun Horse told them that he was 
the one who had caused the storm. They captured many ponies and 
went home. 
At another time many different tribes joined together to kill these 
people, for they had heard that they had a wonderful man among them. 
The tribes attacked the village and the people went out to protect their 
village and fight, and after a while the young man came and fought with 
them. He saw that the enemy were numerous and that his people would 
be killed if he did not prevent it. He went to the east end of the battle 
lines, jumped from his pony, took his spear and swung it over his head. 
He dropped it in the center of the battle line. As the spear fell upon the 
ground, a noise was made in the ground, and the earth opened up and 
his people stood on one side and the enemy on the other side, so that 
the enemy could not attack them any more. The people then knew 
that this young man had great powers; but still the jealous young man 
kept on talking to the brother about him. 
At another time when a battle was going on, the girl’s brother got 
on the dun Horse, went out, and fought the enemy. He knew very well 
that the owner did not want him to ride the horse, for he had told him so. 
The owner of the dun Horse spoke to his wife and said: ‘“‘ Your brother 
has been trying in some way to cause my death. He has succeeded at 
last. You see me now for the last time. My father, the Buffalo, told 
me that I would have many children and grow to old age, but my brother- 
in-law has done wrong; for both of my horses must not fight in the same 
battle, but one must fight at a time. I go to battle for the last time. 
Keep this black lariat rope for your own. Our children will grow up. 
Let them carry it upon the war-path, for it has great powers. These 
