62 TRADITIONS OF THE ARIKARA. 
In the morning, the Sun came to No-Tongue and took him up 
into the sky to his home, and said, “Now, my son, I want you to choose 
of these things that I have here.” No-Tongue took the oldest things. 
When the Sun saw that No-Tongue took the best things—the oldest 
ones—he came out from his lodge crying, because this would give No- 
Tongue a long life, and would also make him become great, and this 
was what the Sun did not want of No-Tongue. He had thought that 
No-Tongue would surely take the new things. But if No-Tongue had 
taken the new things, that would have shortened his life and made it 
impossible for No-Tiongue to become great. Then the Sun began to 
think of some way to kill No-Tongue, but he never could take back 
the things No-Tongue had taken, having promised them to him. As 
they came out from the Sun’s lodge the Sun said: ‘My son, look. 
There is your home. Look all around you. You can see everything 
_ plainly. When you go home, after two days have passed, you must 
go on the war-path, and you will conquer old enemies. You will have 
all you want. You are to be great. But when you, my son, go home, 
give to me a white buffalo robe.” So the Sun went away. 
When night came, the Moon came out and spoke to No-Tongue, 
and asked what the Sun had said to him. No-Tongue told the Moon 
all that the Sun had told him, and the Moon said, “Do not give him 
the white buffalo robe, but give that to me, and get a dark-brown robe 
for the Sun.” The Moon then began to tell No-Tongue what to do. 
He told him to get some white clay and make powder out of it, and 
then pour the white powder all over the robe, so that it would look 
white. So No-Tongue did as he was told to do. 
When the Sun received the white buffalo robe, which really was 
not white, he was proud of it; furthermore, he was proud that his 
son had obtained it for him. One day he hung the robe out, and the 
wind was blowing hard.. The wind shook all the white clay out of 
the robe, so that the robe turned to a dark-brownish color. Then the 
Sun saw that it was not a real white buffalo robe, and did not like it. 
When the Moon and the Sun got together, the Sun said, “I am 
sorry for what my son has done to me, and now my dear son is going 
to kill him.” ‘The Sun had a son who belonged to another tribe, and 
this was the son who was to kill No-Tongue. So the Moon heard all 
that the Sun had to say. 
One night the Moon saw No-Tongue, and told the young man 
all that the Sun had said. The Moon said that the Sun could not do 
anything to kill him. The Moon said: “The man that you are to 
fight with is going to try to shake hands with you, because he is your 
