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now right close to your uncle’s place. Often I hear him yell on quiet 
days whenever he goes after his enemies, although it is a long way 
from here to his place.” ‘This man gave the young nephew instruc- 
tions how to get there safe. The nephew was told to be sure and get 
there while his uncle was asleep; that his uncle generally slept at noon, 
and by getting there at that time of the day he would be safe, but he 
was not safe yet. Said the man: “If you are not strong enough your 
uncle is going to kill you. On the morning after you make it all right 
with your uncle, he is going to take you to his enemies and attack 
the village with you, and if you do not run fast enough, after the goes 
through the village, he is going to kill you.” The young man thought 
that his uncle was perhaps getting old, and he, being younger, could 
outdo him in everything. The man then said that the uncle was chang- 
ing from what he used to be and was about to turn into something else; 
that his head was covered with flint stones instead of hair. 
The nephew thought he had better go on. So he went on, until 
he came to a high point whereon he had been told that his uncle lived. 
It was then about noon and he knew that his uncle was sound asleep 
about that time. As he went around he noticed the door facing east, 
and there he saw a long pole stuck up, and on it there was a long string 
of scalps. He then entered the place where his uncle was asleep. As 
the nephew entered, his uncle awoke. He got hold of his uncle, telling 
him that he had come, but his uncle said: “You do not need to tell 
me that you are my nephew, for my nephew can not come down this 
far to see me. You are trying to fool me.” So they wrestled there 
for a good while, and while they were doing this the young man was 
trying to get some corn meal into his uncle’s month, to show him that 
he was from the village where he once lived, and he finally succeeded 
in doing so. Then the uncle said: “Sure enough, you are from that 
village that I used to live in, and you prove to be my nephew. Yes, 
this reminds me of being in my old home in the far north, where the 
village is called ‘Large-elm-Tree-near-Edge-of-the-Village,’ or ‘Where- 
Blackbirds-lit-on-elm-Tree,’ or ‘Stone-Corn-Mill-lying-on-Hill-side,’ or 
‘Where-large-Ears-of-Corn-grow.’ Now then do something else that 
the people do at that village.” Again he filled his pipe with tobacco 
and gave it to his uncle, who took the pipe and took four puffs, then 
emptied the pipe, and said, “Oh, yes! That is the way the old home 
smoke tastes.”’ 
The uncle then said: “I came down this far because I wanted 
to be near to my enemies, where I would not have to go so far to look 
for them. Well, nephew, I guess you are as good as I was back in 
our home, in leading war-parties. I suppose you do the same things 
