244 THE MYTHOLOGY OF THE WICHITA. 
Crow (Kiisskawiharikitsi), who was one of the four brothers, would 
always go out on the war-path against their enemies, the Trickster- 
Spies (Kinas-Kitikeahara). On their return they would bring scalps 
or some captives; this was their way of living. All the people of the 
village knew them as great warriors, as they were always out on the 
war-path. On one occasion, when the brothers were all at ‘home, the 
oldest said to the others: “From this time on, since our mother has to 
do all the work by herself, let us make this arrangement: If ever we 
have to meet the enemy and anyone fails to be on hand, let us make 
that one wear clothes like a woman. Let us make him stay at home 
thereafter and help our mother to do the cooking.” 
Early next morning, Little-Crow went to the creek to take a bath. 
He, of course, had a certain place to bathe where no one else took a bath. 
While in the water, when he looked up on the bank where his things 
were he saw a woman standing there, looking at him, and he did not 
know what to do. He remained in the water, waiting for the woman 
to go away, but the woman remained standing there for a long while. 
She finally asked Little-Crow why he was not going to the scene of 
the battle that was going on that morning. She told him that it was of 
course known that it could not be anybody else but his brothers who 
were doing the fighting. Ljittle-Crow came out of the water, took his 
things and went to the place, having in mind the agreement the brothers 
had made regarding the one who should fail to be on hand at the time 
of battle. He ran as fast as he could so as to be present at the battle. 
While he was on the way, he met a man coming home from the battle 
who told him that it was useless for him to go further, for he thought 
that the enemy had all been killed. Little-Crow kept on running, 
thinking that there might still be left some one for him to fight. After 
a while he met one of his brothers coming back, who told him that it 
was useless for him to go further, for there was but one enemy left, 
though that one was brave; but that the rest of his brothers had done 
most of the killing and were still after this one who was so brave. 
Little-Crow went on, in the hope of killing the last one or die, so as to 
escape having to wear clothes like a woman. He went on and met his 
brothers and they told him to go back, that he must always stay at 
home thereafter, to help their mother do the cooking, for there was 
only one of the enemy left to go on and tell of their defeat, and that he 
was a hard one to fight with. He went on to meet this enemy. 
When the enemy found that Little-Crow was after him, he turned 
around, ran towards him, and shot at ‘him with ‘his right and left hand. 
“Sure enough,” thought Little-Crow, “this man is dangerous.” He 
