ught on another in its descent. "There is your chicken,
grandfather." "Oh, my grandson, I am too weak to climb up and get it.
Can't you climb up and get it for me?" The young man, pitying the old
fellow, proceeded to climb the tree, when the old man stopped him,
saying: "Grandson, you have on such fine clothes, it is a pity to spoil
them; you had better take them off so as not to spoil the fine porcupine
work on them." The young man took off his fine clothes and climbed up
into the tree, and securing the chicken, threw it down to the old
man. As the young man was scaling down the tree, the old man said:
"Iyashkapa, iyashkapa," (stick fast, stick fast). Hearing him say
something, he asked, "What did you say, old man?" He answered, "I was
only talking to myself." The young man proceeded to descend, but he
could not move. His body was stuck fast to the bark of the tree. In vain
did he beg the old man to release him. The old Unktomi, for he it was,
only laughed and said: "I will go now and kill the evil spirits, I have
your wonderful bow and arrows and I cannot miss them. I will marry the
chief's daughter, and you can stay up in that tree and die there."

So saying, he put on White Plume's fine clothes, took his bow and arrows
and went to the village. As White Plume was expected at any minute, the
whole village was watching for him, and when Unktomi came into sight the
young men ran to him with a painted robe, sat him down on it and slowly
raising him up they carried him to the tent of the chief. So certain
were they that he would kill the evil spirits that the chief told him to
choose one of the daughters at once for his wife. (Before the arrival
of White Plume, hearing of him being so handsome, the two girls had
quarreled over which should marry him, but upon seeing him the younger
was not anxious to become his wife.) So Unktomi chose the older one of
the sisters, and was given a large tent in which to live. The younger
sister went to her mother's tent to live, and the older was very proud,
as she was married to the man who would save the nation from starvation.
The next morning there was a great commotion in camp, and there came the
cry that the white buffalo was coming. "Get ready, son-in-law, and kill
the buffalo," said the chief.

Unktomi took the bow and arrows and shot as the buffalo passed, but the
arrow went wide off its mark. Next came the eagle, and again he shot and
missed. Then came the rabbit, and again he mi