t seized it and put it in his
bag. While he was putting in a Turkey, another one opened his eyes a
little, and exclaimed, "Why! He has captured nearly all of us large
ones!"

Off they all flew with a whirring sound.

Rabbit took home those he had in his bag, saying to his grandmother,
"Do not look at what is in that bag! I have brought it home on my back
and I wish you to guard it!"

Then he went out to cut spits on which to roast the Turkeys. When the
old woman was alone, she thought, "What could he have brought home on
his back?" So she untied the bag, and when she looked in out flew all
the Turkeys, hitting their wings hard against the grass lodge, and
flying out the smoke hole. The old woman barely killed one by hitting
it. At length Rabbit came home.

"Oh I have inflicted a severe injury on my grandchild," she said.

"Really," he answered. "Grandmother, I told you not to look at it."

But that is why Turkeys have red eyes.

[Notes: FIVE CHIEFS OF THE OGALLA SIOUX

_Rank is shown by pipe and pouch. The first Cankutanka, Big Road;
often called Good Road--big and broad and well traveled. The bird
flying through the dusk shows that one may fly rapidly over a good
road. Next is Low Dog. The dog figure is "low," as shown by the
shortness of the legs. In the center is Long Dog, as shown by the long
legs on the dog figure. Below, to the left, is Iron Crow, the crow
painted blue indicating iron. The last is Little Hawk. Each chief has
three bands on the cheek, but with variant colors and patterns._]

[Illustration: _From Report of the Bureau of Ethnology_]

[Illustration: OLD HORSE

Name of an Indian Chief, as shown in Red Cloud's census. Old age is
represented by the wrinkles and projecting lips.

_Enlarged from a sketch in Report of the Bureau of Ethnology_]

UNKTOMI AND THE BAD SONGS

_Dakota_

Unktomi was going along; his way lay along by the side of a lake. Out
on the lake there were a great many ducks, geese, and swans swimming.
When Unktomi saw them he went backward out of sight, and picking some
grass, bound it up in a bundle. He placed this on his back and so went
again along by the side of the lake.

"Unktomi, what are you carrying?" asked the ducks and the geese and
the swans.

"These are bad songs I am carrying," said Unktomi.

The ducks said, "Unktomi, sing for us."

Unktomi replied, "But the songs are very bad."

But the ducks insisted upon it. Then Unktomi said, "Make