armful of brush on the
fire. He put plenty of brush near the fire.

Then the ghost rushed at the man. He seized him with his bony hands,
which was very painful; but this mattered not. The man tried to push
off the ghost, whose legs were very powerful. When the ghost was
pulled near the fire, he became weak; but when he pulled the young man
toward the darkness, he became strong. As the fire got low, the
strength of the ghost increased. Just as the man began to get weary,
the day broke. Then the struggle began again. As they drew near the
fire again, the man made a last effort; with his foot he pushed more
brush into the fire. The fire blazed up again suddenly. Then the ghost
fell, just as if he was coming to pieces.

So the man won in wrestling. Also he killed his enemy and stole some
horses. It came out just as the ghost said. That is why people believe
what ghosts say.

THE WAKANDA, OR WATER GOD

_Yankton_

A man and his wife had only one child, they say, whom they loved very
much. He used to go playing every day, they say; and one day he fell
into the water. His father and mother and all his relations wailed
regularly. His father was very sad, they say. He would not sleep
within the lodge; he lay out of doors, without any pillow at all. When
he lay on the ground with his cheek on the palm of his hand, he heard
his child crying. He heard him crying down under the ground, they say.
Having assembled all his relations, he spoke of digging into the
ground. The relations collected horses to be given as pay; they
collected goods and horses. Then came two old men who said they were
sacred. They spoke of seeking for the child. An old man went to tell
the father. He brought the two sacred men to the lodge. The father
filled a pipe with tobacco. He gave it to the sacred men, and said,
"If you bring my child back, I will give all this to you."

So they painted themselves; one made his body very black, the other
made his body very yellow. Both went into the deep water. So they
arrived there, they say. They talked to the wakanda. The child was not
dead; he was sitting up, alive.

The men said, "The father demands his child. We have him; we will go
homeward," they said.

"You have him; but if you take him homeward with you, he shall die.
Had you taken him before he ate anything, he might have lived. Begone
ye, and tell those words to his father."

The two men went. They arrived at the lodge, they say.

"We have