Blackfeet Indian Stories by George Bird Grinnell
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some back fat and pemmican over to your mother; she must be well fed
now that she has to nurse this child." On the fourth day after he had been born the child spoke and said to his mother, "Hold me in turn to each one of these lodge poles, and when I come to the last one I shall fall out of my lashings and be grown up." The old woman did as he had said, and as she held him to one pole after another he could be seen to grow; and finally when he was held to the last pole he was a man. After Kut-o-yis´ had looked about the lodge he put his eye to a hole in the lodge-covering and looked out. Then he turned around and said to the old people, "How is it that in this lodge there is nothing to eat? Over by the other lodge I see plenty of food hanging up." "Hush," said the old woman, raising her hand, "you will be heard. Our son-in-law lives over there. He does not give us anything at all to eat." "Well," said the young man, "where is your piskun--where do you kill buffalo?" "It is down by the river," the old woman answered. "We pound on it and the buffalo run out." For some time they talked together and the old man told Kut-o-yis´ how his son-in-law had abused him. He said to the young man, "He has taken from me my bow and my arrows and has taken even my dogs; and now for many days we have had nothing to eat, except sometimes a small piece of meat that our daughter throws to us." |
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