s has good luck in trapping foxes, and he
will pray for you that you may have good luck.' When the dried meat was
done, I took it over to the old man, gave it to him, and asked him to pray
for me that I might have good luck. The old fellow would then start to
say his prayers for me. The old man to whom he prayed was the old man
that dreamed how to kill the fox. The old man told me to pick up four
stones about five inches long, and tie them with a string. He tied a
stone on each wrist, one behind my neck, and one at the back of my belt.
Then he took charcoal and blackened my nose on each side to represent the
fox, then he made me take off my clothes; he took a stick about five feet
long and held it in an inclined position. The old man then took two
sticks and hit them together, and stood right by the door singing. He
told me to whistle; then he walked toward the point where he had held the
sticks. He then lay down by the stick and began to scratch on the ground
as though he were caught in a trap. Then he said: 'You are going to catch
one now.' By this time it was pretty late in the night. We gave a signal
to the other boys and girls to come out and we all went to see our traps.
I had a robe made out of a yearling calfskin that I threw over me, and I
also had a rope my mother gave me with which to drag the foxes home if I
caught any. Then we went to our traps, following the same path as we did
when we went to set the trap with bait. As we went along we filled the
night with song, singing: 'The fox is in a trap, and his tail is sticking
out.' When we got near the traps we stopped singing, and one of us went
on ahead. The leader who went ahead walked straight to our trap, when he
returned he whistled; then we knew that some of us had caught something.
When he came back he pointed out certain ones who had caught foxes. Then
we lifted our deadfalls, slipped the ropes over them, and dragged them
home. As we approached the camp we formed in line abreast, and began to
sing. When we reached the camp every one was in bed. We sang the song
which indicated that we had caught something; then we imitated the cry of
the crow and the magpie, which indicated that we had had extra good luck.
If we imitated the hooting of an owl, it showed that we had had bad luck,
and none of us had caught anything. We were always anxious to catch some
wild game, because we sold the skins to the traders, and with the money we
bought knive