o do anything. The wildcat is one of the
sacred animals.

Trees grow along the banks of the streams; we can see them at a
distance, like a long line, and we can see the river glistening in the
sunlight in its length. We sing to the river, and when we come nearer
and see the water and hear it rippling along, then we sing to the
water, the water that ripples as it runs.

Hills were made by Tira'wa. We ascend hills when we go away alone to
pray. From the top of a hill we can look over the country to see if
there are enemies in sight, or if any danger is near us. We can see if
we are to meet friends. The hills help man, so we sing to them.

A SONG OF HOSPITALITY[J]

_Sioux_

I am mashing the berries,
I am mashing the berries,
They say travelers are coming on the march,
They say travelers are coming on the march,
I stir [the berries] around, I stir them around,
I take them up with a spoon of buffalo horn,
I take them up with a spoon of buffalo horn,
And I carry them, I carry them [to the strangers],
And I carry them, I carry them [to the strangers].

"Word comes that travelers are approaching ... on the
march with their children, dogs, and household
property. She stirs them around with a spoon of
buffalo horn and goes to offer them to the strangers.
The translation is an exact paraphrase of the rhythmic
repetition of the original."

FOOTNOTE:

[J] James Mooney.

A SONG OF THE MARCH[K]

_Sioux_

Now set up the tipi,
Now set up the tipi,
Around the bottom,
Around the bottom,
Drive in the pegs,
Drive in the pegs,
In the meantime I shall cook,
In the meantime I shall cook.

"To those who know the Indian life it brings up a
vivid picture of a prairie band on the march, halting
at noon or in the evening. As soon as the halt is
called by some convenient stream, the women jump down
and release the horses from ... the travois, in the
olden times, and hobble them to prevent them from
wandering away. Then, while some of the women set up
the tipi poles, draw the canvas over them, and drive
in the pegs around the bottom and the wooden pins up
the side, other women take axes and buckets and go
down to the creek for wood and water. When they
return, they find the tipis set up and the blankets
spread out on the grass, a