himself into one of those hair snakes
sometimes seen in running water. After a while, the wife came down
with a pitcher to get some water.

"Pick me up," said the hair snake, "and leave me in your pitcher."

The wife did as she was told, and took the pitcher to her lodge.

That night the Manitou who had stolen her wanted a drink. In the dark
he did not see the hair snake in the water, so drank it. In a few
minutes he was dead. Then Bokwewa returned to his former shape. He
went again to his brother and tried to make him come home. But the
brother refused. Bokwewa told him that these pleasures would not last
forever, and his tears fell as he saw that his brother would not come.
So he said good-bye to him and disappeared.

After Bokwewa had gone, the brother seemed to remember parts of his
past life. He looked around and saw his wife at a little distance. At
once he remembered everything, and going to her, he wept and begged her
to forgive him and his neglect. She kissed him fondly, and then hand
in hand they walked away from the treacherous land of pleasure, back to
the lodge where Bokwewa waited for them.

THE TRIBE THAT GREW OUT OF A SHELL

Once, when the land along the Missouri River was uninhabited, save by
the beaver and other animals, a snail lay asleep on the bank of the
river. One day the waters began to rise, and soon came up to where he
lay. They swept him out, and he was carried some miles down by the
current. When the waves lowered, he found himself bedded deep in the
mud. He tried to free himself, but he could not. He was hungry and
tired, and at last became so discouraged that he would not try any more.

Then a strange thing happened. He felt his shell crack, and his head
began to rise upright. His body and legs grew and lengthened, and at
last he felt arms stretching out from his sides. Then he stood
upright--a MAN.

He felt very stupid at first, but after a while some thoughts came to
him. He knew he was hungry and wished he were a snail again; for he
knew how to get food as a snail, but not as a man. He saw plenty of
birds, but did not know how to kill them. He wandered on through the
forest, until he became so tired that he lay down to rest.

He heard a gentle voice speaking to him, and looking up, he saw the
Great Spirit, who was seated on a snow-white horse. His eyes shone
like stars, and his hair like threads of gold.

"Wasbashas, why are you trembling?"

"I am