eds of the tribe; many are about some wise and good man, who lived long ago, and who taught them how they should live and what dances

tories" must not be told in the summer when the trees are full of green leaves, for the spirits of the leaves can listen; but when winter comes, and snow lies on the ground, and the l

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rongly, they are called the Little Dipper. They are a group of [pg 03

ld have a much grander feast than usual, and each agreed upon what he would bring for it. But their parents would not give them what they wanted, and the little lads met at the mound without their feast. The singer took his place and began his song, while his companions started to dance. As they danced they forgot their sorrows and "their heads and hear

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ved [pg 033] he was a great magician and could do wonders. In stories about him it is common to have him strive with other magicia

honest. He used to give people who visited him their wish. But if

ir dreadful ways he made up his mind to go and see if it was all true, and if it were so, to punish them. So he went to the house. The old man had only one eye, and the hair on one half of his head was gray. The first thing Glooskap did was to change himself so that he looked exactly like the old man; no one could tell which was which. And they sat talking together. The sons, h

me is mine: I will take it." And

e is a great magician, but w

t he was strong bent it a little. But Glooskap took it and snapped it in two between his thumb and finge

aled it and blew the smoke out through his nose to show his strength. But Glooskap took the great pipe and filled it ful

ad been a common man or [pg 035] a weak magician it would have bitten his foot off. But Glooskap laughed and broke off a tip of a tree branch for his ball and set it to rolling. And it turned into a skull ten times more dreadful than the other, and it chased t

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m, but she had always said No, that she did not want a husband. When at last her father and mother asked her why she woul

or a dreadful scar across his face. He had always been poor, and had no relatives and no friends. One day when al

girl to marry you? You a

t laugh at their unkind j

she was willing to have him for her husband. So she said: "I b

old woman who was kind of heart. He asked her to make him some moccasins, as he was going

e could by eating berries and roots or some animal t

ou going?" a

where the sun live

mountains, but I don't know the sun's home,"

ow not where he stops. I know much country, but I have never

not know the sun's house, but said perhaps the wolverine would [pg 037] k

to the wolverine to pity him, that his

where he lives; to-morrow you shal

e came to a great water. Here his courage failed; he was in despair. There w

r. "Now," said they, as he stepped ashore, "you

s in the path,-a war-shirt, shield, bow

name was Morning Star. He was the child of th

hings. When the sun came home at night, the moon hid Scar-face under some skins, but the sun knew at once that some one was there. So they brought him [pg 038] forth

eetheart. And he took the scar from his face as a sign to the girl. They gave him many beautiful presents, and the sun taught him many things, and how the medicine lodge s

they did so. When he threw aside his blanket, all were surprised, for they knew him. But he wore rich clothing, he had a beautiful bow and arrow, and his face n

rtly before her death she made a study for the Bure

is poems appear under the nom de plume of "Hans [pg 039] Br

ales and Blackfoot Lodge Tales are charming works. We have drawn