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Glancing along from the one on the right to the last one on the
left, he stepped forward and placed his hand on the one next to the

right. Thanks to his boy, if he hadn't put that little stem of
grass on his mother's hair, the father could never have picked out

his wife, as the four looked as much alike as four peas. Next came
the four boy calves, and as they advanced they commenced dancing,

and his son was shaking his head and flopping his ears and
switching his tail. The father was going to pick out his boy, when

a fainting spell took him, and as he sank to the ground the old
bull sprang forward on top of him, and instantly they rushed upon

him and he was soon trampled to a jelly. The herd then moved to
other parts.

The elk wife concluded that something had happened to her husband
and determined upon going in search of him. As she was very fleet

of foot it did not take her long to arrive at the lone tree. She
noticed the blood splashed on the base of the tree, and small

pieces of flesh stamped into the earth. Looking closer, she
noticed something white in the dust. Stooping and picking it out

of the dust, she drew forth the cluster of different colored
feathers which had been fastened to her husband's forehead. She at

once took the cluster of feathers, and going to the east side of
the ridge, heated stones and erected a wickieup, placed the

feathers inside, and getting water, she sprinkled the stones, and
this caused a thick vapor in the wickieup. She continued this for

a long time, when she heard something moving inside the wickieup.
Then a voice spoke up, saying: "Whoever you are, pour some more

water on and I will be all right." So the woman got more water and
poured it on the rocks. "That will do now, I want to dry off."

She plucked a pile of sage and in handing it in to him, he
recognized his elk wife's hand.

They went back home and shortly after the buffalo, hearing about
him coming back to life, decided to make war on him and kill him

and his wife, she being the one who brought him back to life. The
woman, hearing of this, had posts set in the ground and a strong

platform placed on top. When the buffalo came, her husband, her
son and herself, were seated upon the bough platform, and the

buffalo could not reach them. She flouted her red blanket in their
faces, which made the buffalo wild with rage. The hunter's friends

came to his rescue, and so fast were they killing the buffalo that
they took flight and rushed away, never more to bother Pretty

Feather Forehead.
THE FOUR BROTHERS

OR
INYANHOKSILA (STONE BOY)

Alone and apart from their tribe dwelt four orphan brothers. They
had erected a very comfortable hut, although the materials used

were only willows, hay, birch bark, and adobe mud. After the
completion of their hut, the oldest brother laid out the different

kinds of work to be done by the four of them. He and the second
and third brothers were to do all the hunting, and the youngest

brother was to do the house work, cook the meals, and keep plenty
of wood on hand at all times.

As his older brothers would leave for their hunting very early
every morning, and would not return till late at night, the little

fellow always found plenty of spare time to gather into little
piles fine dry wood for their winter use.

Thus the four brothers lived happily for a long time. One day
while out gathering and piling up wood, the boy heard a rustling in

the leaves and looking around he saw a young woman standing in the
cherry bushes, smiling at him.

"Who are you, and where did you come from?" asked the boy, in
surprise. "I am an orphan girl and have no relatives living. I

came from the village west of here. I learned from rabbit that
there were four orphan brothers living here all alone, and that the

youngest was keeping house for his older brothers, so I thought I
would come over and see if I couldn't have them adopt me as their

sister, so that I might keep house for them, as I am very poor and
have no relations, neither have I a home."

She looked so pitiful and sad that the boy thought to himself, "I
will take her home with me, poor girl, no matter what my brothers

think or say." Then he said to her: "Come on, tanke (sister). You
may go home with me; I am sure my older brothers will be glad to

have you for our sister."
When they arrived at the hut, the girl hustled about and cooked up

a fine hot supper, and when the brothers returned they were
surprised to see a girl sitting by the fire in their hut. After

they had entered the youngest brother got up and walked outside,
and a short time after the oldest brother followed him

out. "Who is that girl, and where did she come from?" he asked his
brother. Whereupon the brother told him the whole story. Upon

hearing this the oldest brother felt very sorry for the poor orphan
girl and going back into the hut he spoke to the girl, saying:

"Sister, you are an orphan, the same as we; you have no relatives,
no home. We will be your brothers, and our poor hut shall be your

home. Henceforth call us brothers, and you will be our sister."
"Oh, how happy I am now that you take me as your sister. I will be

to you all as though we were of the same father and mother," said
the girl. And true to her word, she looked after everything of her

brothers and kept the house in such fine shape that the brothers
blessed the day that she came to their poor little hut. She always

had an extra buckskin suit and two pairs of moccasins hanging at
the head of each one's bed. Buffalo, deer, antelope, bear, wolf,

wildcat, mountain lion and beaver skins she tanned by the dozen,
and piled nicely in one corner of the hut.

When the Indians have walked a great distance and are very tired,
they have great faith in painting their feet, claiming that paint

eases the pain and rests their feet.
After their return from a long day's journey, when they would be

lying down resting, the sister would get her paint and mix it with
the deer tallow and rub the paint on her brother's feet, painting

them up to their ankles. The gentle touch of her hands, and the
soothing qualities of the tallow and paint soon put them into a

deep, dreamless steep.
Many such kind actions on her part won the hearts of the brothers,

and never was a full blood sister loved more than was this poor
orphan girl, who had been taken as their adopted sister. In the

morning when they arose, the sister always combed their long black
silken scalp locks and painted the circle around the scalp lock a

bright vermillion.
When the hunters would return with a goodly supply of beef, the

sister would hurry and relieve them of their packs, hanging each
one high enough from the ground so the prowling dogs and coyotes

could not reach them. The hunters each had a post on which to hang
his bow and flint head arrows. (Good hunters never laid their

arrows on the ground, as it was considered unlucky to the hunter
who let his arrows touch the earth after they had been out

of the quiver). They were all perfectly happy, until one day the
older brother surprised them all by saying: "We have a plentiful

supply of meat on hand at present to last us for a week or so. I
am going for a visit to the village west of us, so you boys all

stay at home and help sister. Also gather as much wood as you can
and I will be back again in four days. On my return we will resume

our hunting and commence getting our year's supply of meat."
He left the next morning, and the last they saw of him was while he

stood at the top of the long range of hills west of their home.
Four days had come and gone and no sign of the oldest brother.

"I am afraid that our brother has met with some accident," said the
sister. "I am afraid so, too," said the next oldest. "I must go

and search for him; he may be in some trouble where a little help
would get him out." The second brother followed the direction his

brother had taken, and when he came to the top of the long range of
hills he sat down and gazed long and steadily down into the long

valley with a beautiful creek winding through it. Across the
valley was a long plain stretching for miles beyond and

finally ending at the foot of another range of hills, the
counterpart of the one upon which he sat.

After noting the different landmarks carefully, he arose and slowly
started down the slope and soon came to the creek he had seen from

the top of the range. Great was his surprise on arriving at the
creek to find what a difference there was in the appearance

of it from the range and where he stood. From the range it
appeared to be a quiet, harmless, laughing stream. Now he saw it

to be a muddy, boiling, bubbling torrent, with high perpendicular
banks. For a long time he stood, thinking which way to go, up or

down stream. He had just decided to go down stream, when, on
chancing to look up, he noticed a thin column of smoke slowly

ascending from a little knoll. He approached the place cautiously
and noticed a door placed into the creek bank on the opposite side

of the stream. As he stood looking at the door, wondering who
could be living in a place like that, it suddenly opened and a very

old appearing woman came out and stood looking around her. Soon
she spied the young man, and said to him: "My grandchild, where did

you come from and whither are you bound?" The young man answered:
"I came from east of this ridge and am in search of my oldest

brother, who came over in this direction five days ago and who has
not yet returned."

"Your brother stopped here and ate his dinner with me, and then
left, traveling towards the west," said the old witch, for such she

was. "Now, grandson, come across on that little log bridge up the
stream there and have your dinner with me. I have

it all cooked now and just stepped outside to see if there might
not be some hungry traveler about, whom I could invite in to eat

dinner with me." The young man went up the stream a little
distance and found a couple of small logs which had been placed

across the stream to serve as a bridge. He crossed over and went
down to the old woman's dugout hut. "Come in grandson, and eat.

I know you must be hungry."
The young man sat down and ate a real hearty meal. On finishing he

arose and said: "Grandmother, I thank you for your meal and
kindness to me. I would stay and visit with you awhile, as I know

it must be very lonely here for you, but I am very anxious to find
my brother, so I must be going. On my return I will stop with my

brother and we will pay you a little visit."
"Very well, grandson, but before you go, I wish you would do me a

little favor. Your brother did it for me before he left, and cured
me, but it has come back on me again. I am subject to very severe

pains along the left side of my backbone, all the way from my
shoulder blade down to where my ribs attach to my backbone, and the

only way I get any relief from the pain is to have some one kick me
along the side." (She was a witch, and concealed in her robe a

long sharp steel spike. It was placed so that the last kick they
would give her, their foot would hit the spike and they would

instantly drop off into a swoon, as if dead.)
"If I won't hurt you too much, grandmother, I certainly will be

glad to do it for you," said the young man, little thinking he
would be the one to get hurt.

"No, grandson, don't be afraid of hurting me; the harder you kick
the longer the pain stays away." She laid down on the floor and

rolled over on to her right side, so he could get a good chance to
kick the left side where she said the pain was located.

As he moved back to give the first kick, he glanced along the floor
and he noticed a long object wrapped in a blanket, lying against

the opposite wall. He thought it looked strange and was going to
stop and investigate, but just then the witch cried out as if in

pain. "Hurry up, grandson, I am going to die if you don't hurry
and start in kicking." "I can investigate after I get through with

her," thought he, so he started in kicking and every kick he would
give her she would cry: "Harder, kick harder." He had to kick

seven times before he would get to the end of the pain, so he let
out as hard as he could drive, and when he came to the last kick he

hit the spike, and driving it through his foot, fell down in a dead


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