HOW BURNT-HANDS BECAME A CHIEF. ay si 
While they were breaking camp the old man took his clothes that 
he used to wear in his early days, and put them on. He also painted 
himself. He told the people to go on; that he himself would come 
later. The people went on. The old man went up on the top of a hill, 
made a circle of red sticks to represent the Sun, and another of white 
sticks, to represent the Moon, for the west side. While he was doing 
this the Sun and Moon came. The Sun wanted to know what the 
Moon was doing there. No-Tongue said, “My father, the Moon is 
also my father; he has helped me all along.” ‘So the Sun was satis- 
fied, and the Sun took the old man up to his home. 
Several days afterwards, four young men went to the place where 
the old man had sat, and he was gone. The sticks were there as he had 
left them, but No-Tongue was gone. He was never heard from or seen 
again after that. He was called ‘“No-Tongue,” for the Sun had taken 
his tongue, but after he had failed to kill him, he gave him back his 
tongue. 
17. HOW BURNT-HANDS BECAME A CHIEF.* 
There was a large village in a beautiful valley near a large tract 
of timber. It was in the winter time. Around the outside of the vil- 
lage and over a knoll lived Stanapaat, or Burnt-Hands, a boy of about 
eleven or twelve years, and his grandmother. The boys in the village 
came over the knoll to urinate on the tipi of these poor people. In this 
village lived one of the chiefs who had four daughters, the youngest 
of which was very charitable toward these poor people. Her name 
was Last-Child. She brought food to these folks whenever she could. 
Red-Bear and Black-Bear were the first chiefs of this village. They 
ruled their people as though they were slaves. 
One day Red-Bear gave notice that the whole village was to turn 
out on an elk hunt. The next day, the people complied with the chief’s 
orders. The people, as they went through the timber in the deep 
snow, slaughtered the elk in great numbers. Burnt-Hands with other 
little fellows followed the chase. He watched the hunters butchering 
their game. He wished he could kill and take home to his grand- 
mother the nice elk meat. He strode off in another direction, looking 
around as he went. As he went on he struck a fresh track with drops 
of fresh blood on clean snow, and there were no footprints of a hunter 
following. He took up the trail and followed it for a long distance. He 
found, to his great delight, a dead elk with two arrows through its 
chest. “Ah ho! Ah ho! The great chief knows I am poor. He has 
y Told by White-Bear. 
