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always at home, and did not go to see the others play. Whenever 
Young-Boy-Chief had a place to himself to take his early morning 
and evening bath, he allowed no other person to go to this place. Once 
upon a time, this young man began to think of the daughter of the 
other chief, and he wondered what she looked like. He thought that 
by watching the young women he might see her, and that perhaps he 
might come to know her. 
From another country came a young woman who took a notion 
to visit this village where the young man and young woman lived. 
This woman was Young-Buffalo-Woman (Tarnatskéhakia). When 
Young-Buffalo-Woman arrived at the village she turned into a young 
woman, and looked like any other young woman of the village, but 
still she was different from the women in this village. Before she 
entered the village she decided that she would get on the south side 
of the village and would perhaps stop with some people who lived 
near the outskirts of the village. She went on the east side of the two 
villages, and while on the way she found a piece of dry grass, similar 
to a white, soft feather. This she took along to use for some purpose, 
whenever she might need it. It was in the afternoon, when the young 
people were gathered around the play ground to play their games. 
Being new, and already famous, she had a stick to play the double- 
ball game with the other women. When she was on the way to the 
grounds she was overtaken by another woman, who asked her if she 
would join her and she told her that she would. The woman who 
asked her to join her found that she was dressed entirely different from 
any young woman she had ever known. Not only was she different in 
dress, but she was also tattooed on her face. This woman then thought 
that the other woman must be from some other place. They arrived 
at the grounds, and the woman who had come from a long way saw 
this Young-Boy-Chief sitting in front of his home. It was at this time 
that Young-Boy-Chief was on the lookout for the chief’s daughter 
from the opposite village, and when he saw this woman he thought from 
the way she was dressed that she was the chief’s daughter. The young 
woman dropped the piece of dry grass, and the wind, being from the 
south, began to roll it toward the young man. Several more of the 
young women from each side of the village began to come around to 
play, and this young woman looked strange to every one of the other 
women. She was asked toward which direction she wanted to play, 
east or west. So she said that she would for a while play toward the 
east. The double-ball game was commenced. ‘The woman attracted 
everybody’s attention, for she wore a finely painted buffalo robe. In 
the center of the robe was painted a fine design that no one had ever 
