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then dodged away from him again, with the intention of using his war- 
club on him. He failed the second time. He tried again, and again, 
but the foe always escaped without injury. “Well!” thought Little- 
Crow, “I must try once more, to see whether I shall kill him or he shall 
kill me.” This was his last chance. He then went up to the enemy 
in the same way as he had always approached enemies, and when his 
foe had missed him several times he finally got hold of him and began 
to wrestle with him. They kept rolling around, now one on top, then 
the other, the one at the top always trying to get an arrow so that he 
could stick the one on the bottom with the point of it. Finally Little- 
Crow got on top, pulled the enemy over to where one of the arrows was 
lying, picked it up between his toes and finally landed the point of it 
on the enemy’s side and killed him. Ljittle-Crow then sat down to rest, 
and he thought to himself: “If I take this man’s scalp and behead him 
my brothers may not believe that I have killed him. They may say 
that I took the scalp from an enemy they have killed.” Then he 
thought about what he must do to make his brothers believe that he 
had killed the enemy whom neither one of them could kill. Finally he 
decided to carry the whole body on his back to his brothers, so that 
they would have to believe him. It was then getting late in the day. 
He took the body, put it on his back and carried it some distance, then 
rested for a while to get breath. He kept on carrying it until he reached 
home. 
When he got home he stood outside, still carrying the body on his 
back. When he was standing he heard his brothers talking about him, 
and they were wondering why Little-Crow had not yet come home. 
They said that when he met the foe he must have died, for they knew 
that this enemy was dangerous. They blamed their oldest brother for 
the whole thing, saying he was the sole cause of his brother’s death, if 
he were dead, for he had proposed the agreement that the one who 
failed to be present during battle should wear woman’s clothes; and 
because Little-Crow did not want to do woman’s work he had died. 
Little-Grow, of course, heard every word that his brothers said. They 
sat up all night, talking about him, while he stood there listening, the 
dead body on his back. The brothers kept on talking about the matter, 
until a certain time came, when Little-Crow began to sing to them 
about his early life; how he grew to be a man and became a noted war- 
rior ; how he had been treated by his brothers; sent out with them on the 
war-path ; what they had done on the war-path; what his oldest brother 
had commanded to be done if one should happen to be absent from a 
battle; how he went down to the water for a bath, and how a woman 
