A pis'kun had been built, and many buffalo had been run
in and killed. The camp was full of meat. Great sheets
of it hung in the lodges and on the racks outside; and
now the women, having cut up all the meat, were working
on the hides, preparing some for robes, and scraping the
hair from others, to make leather.
time, Old Man came along. He had come from far and was
very tired, so he entered the first lodge he came to and
sat down. Now this lodge belonged to three old women.
Their husbands had died or been killed in war, and they
had no relations to help them, so they were very poor.
After Old Man had rested a little, they set a dish of
food before him. It was dried bull meat, very tough, and
some pieces of belly fat.
"Hai'-yah ho!" cried Old Man, after he had
tasted a piece. "You treat me badly. A whole pis'kun of
fat buffalo just killed; the camp red with meat, and
here these old women give me tough bull meat and belly
fat to eat. Hurry now, roast me some ribs and a piece of
"Alas!" exclaimed one old woman. "We have no good
food. All our helpers are dead, and we take what others
leave. Bulls and poor cows are all the people leave us."
"Ah!" said Old Man, "How poor, you are very
poor. Take courage now. I will help you. Tomorrow they
will run another band into the pis'kun. I will be there.
I will kill the fattest cow, and you can have it all."
Then the old women were glad. They talked to one
another, saying, "Very good heart, Old Man. He helps the
poor. Now we will live. We will have marrow guts and
liver. We will have paunch and fat kidneys."
Old Man said nothing more. He ate the tough meat
and belly fat, and rolled up in his robe and went to
Morning came. The people climbed the bluffs and
went out on to the prairie, where they hid behind the
piles of rock and bushes, which reached far out from the
cliff in lines which were always further and further
apart. After a while, he who leads the buffalo was seen
coming, bringing a large band after him. Soon they were
inside the lines. The people began to rise up behind
them, shouting and waving their robes. Now they reached
the edge of the bluff. The leaders tried to stop and
turn, but those behind kept pushing on, and nearly the
whole band dashed down over the rocks, only a few of the
last ones turning aside and escaping.
The lodges were now deserted. All the people
were gone to the pis'kun to kill the buffalo and butcher
them. Where was Old Man? Did he take his bow and arrows
and go to the pis'kun to kill a fat cow for the poor old
women? No. He was sneaking around, lifting the door-ways
of the lodges and looking in. Bad person, Old Man. In
the chiefs lodge he saw a little child, a girl, asleep.
Outside was a buffalo's gall, and taking a long stick he
dipped the end of it in the gall; and then, reaching
carefully into the lodge, he drew it across the lips of
the child asleep. Then he threw the stick away, and went
in and sat down. Soon the girl awoke and began to cry.
The gall was very bitter and burned her lips.
"Pity me, Old Man," she said. "Take this fearful
thing from my lips."
"I do not doctor unless I am paid," he replied.
Then said the girl: "See all my father's Weapons hanging
there. His shield, war head-dress, scalps, and knife.
Cure me now, and I will give you some of them."
"I have more of such things than I want," he
replied. (What a liar! he had none at all.)
Again said the girl, "Pity me, help me now, and
I will give you my father's white buffalo robe."
"I have plenty of white robes," replied Old Man.
(Again he lied, for he never had one.)
"Old Man," again said the girl, "in this lodge
lives a widow woman, my father's relation. Remove this
fearful thing from my lips, and I will have my father
give her to you."
"Now you speak well," replied Old Man. "I am a
little glad. I have many wives" (he had none), "but I
would just as soon have another one."
So he went close to the child and pretended to
doctor her, but instead of that, he killed her and ran
out. He went to the old women's lodge, and wrapped a
strip of cow skin about his head, and commenced to
groan, as if he was very sick.
Now the people began to come from the pis'kun,
carrying great loads of meat. This dead girl's mother
came, and when she saw her child lying dead, and blood
on the ground, she ran back crying out: "My daughter has
been killed! My daughter has been killed!" Then all
the people began to shout out and run around, and the
warriors and young men looked in the lodges, and up and
down the creek in the brush, but they could find no one
who might have killed the child.
Then said the father of the dead girl: "Now,
today, we will find out who killed this child. Every man
in this camp every young man, every old man must come
and jump across the creek; and if any one does not jump
across, if he falls in the water, that man is the one
who did the killing." All heard this, and they began to
gather at the creek, one behind another; and the women
and children went to look on, for they wanted to see the
person who had killed the little child. Now they were
ready. They were about to jump, when some one cried out,
"Old Man is not here."
"True," said the chief, looking around, "Old Man
is not here." And he sent two young men to bring him.
"Old Man!" they cried out, when they came to the
lodge, "a child has been killed. We have all got to jump
to find out who did it. The chief has sent for you. You
will have to jump, too."
"Ki'-yo!" exclaimed the old women. "Old Man is very
sick. Go off, and let him alone. He is so sick he could
not kill meat for us today."
"It can't be helped," the young men replied.
"The chief says every one must jump."
So Old Man went out toward the creek very slowly,
and very much scared. He did not know what to do. As he
was going along he saw a ni'-po-muk-i
1 and he said: "Oh my little brother, pity me.
Give me some of your power to jump the creek, and here
is my necklace. See how pretty it is. I will give it to
So they traded; Old Man took some of the bird's
power, and the bird took Old Man's necklace and put it
Now they jump. Wo'-ka-hi! they jump way across
and far on to the ground. Now they jump; another,
another, another! Now it comes Old Man's turn. He runs,
he jumps, he goes high, and strikes the ground far
beyond any other person's jump. Now comes the
ni'-po-muk-i. "Wo'-ka-hi!" the men shout. "Ki'-yo!" cry
the women, "the bird has fallen in the creek." The
warriors are running to kill him. "Wait! Hold on!" cries
the bird. "Let me speak a few words. Every one knows I
am a good jumper. I can jump further than any one; but
Old Man asked me for some of my power, and I gave it to
him, and he gave me this necklace. It is very heavy and
pulled me down. That is why I fell into the creek."
Then the people began to shout and talk again,
some saying to kill the bird, and some not, when Old Man
shouted out: "Wait, listen to me. What's the use of
quarrelling or killing anybody? Let us go back, and I
will doctor the child alive."
Good words. The people were glad. So they went
back, and got ready for the doctoring. First, Old Man
ordered a large fire built in the lodge where the dead
girl was lying. Two old men were placed at the back of
the lodge, facing each other. They had spears, which
they held above their heads and were to thrust back and
forth at each other in time to the singing. Near the
door-way were placed two old women, facing each other.
Each one held a puk'-sah-tchis, 2
a maul, with which she was to beat time to the singing.
The other seats in the lodge were taken by people who
were to sing. Now Old Man hung a big roll of belly fat
close over the fire, so that the hot grease began to
drip, and everything was ready, and the singing began.
This was Old Man's song:
Ahk-sa'-k[=e]-wah, Ahk-sa'-k[=e]-wah, Ahk-sa'-k[=e]-wah,
etc. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
And so they sung for a long time, the old men
jabbing their spears at each other, and the old women
pretending to hit each other with their mauls.
After a while they rested, and Old Man said:
"Now I want every one to shut their eyes. No one can
look. I am going to begin the real doctoring." So the
people shut their eyes, and the singing began again.
Then Old Man took the dripping hot fat from the fire,
gave it a mighty swing around the circle in front of the
people's faces, jumped out the door-way, and ran off.
Every one was burned. The two old men wounded each other
with their spears. The old women knocked each other on
the head with their mauls. The people cried and groaned,
wiped their burned faces, and rushed out the door; but
Old Man was gone. They saw him no more.
1: The chickadee.
2: A round or oblong stone, to which a
handle was bound by rawhide thongs, used for breaking
marrow bones, etc.