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Once the camp moved, but one lodge stayed.  It belonged to Wolf Tail; and Wolf Tail’s younger brother, Bull Turns Round, lived with him.  Now their father loved both his sons, but he loved the younger one most, and when he went away with the big camp, he said to Wolf Tail:  “Take care of your young brother; he is not yet a strong person.  Watch him that nothing befall him.”

One day Wolf Tail was out hunting, and Bull Turns Round sat in front of the lodge making arrows, and a beautiful strange bird lit on the ground before him.  Then cried one of Wolf Tail’s wives, “Oh, brother, shoot that little bird.”  “Don’t bother me, sister,” he replied, “I am making arrows.”  Again the woman said, “Oh, brother, shoot that bird for me.”  Then Bull Turns Round fitted an arrow to his bow and shot the bird, and the woman went and picked it up and stroked her face with it, and her face swelled up so big that her eyes and nose could not be seen.  But when Bull Turns Round had shot the bird, he went off hunting and did not know what had happened to the woman’s face.

Now when Wolf Tail came home and saw his wife’s face, he said, “What is the matter?” and his wife replied:  “Your brother has pounded me so that I cannot see.  Go now and kill him.”  But Wolf Tail said, “No, I love my brother; I cannot kill him.”  Then his wife cried and said:  “I know you do not love me; you are glad your brother has beaten me.  If you loved me, you would go and kill him.”

Then Wolf Tail went out and looked for his brother, and when he had found him, he said:  “Come, let us get some feathers.  I know where there is an eagle’s nest;” and he took him to a high cliff, which overhung the river, and on the edge of this cliff was a dead tree, in the top of which the eagles had built their nest.  Then said Wolf Tail, “Climb up, brother, and kill the eagles;” and when Bull Turns Round had climbed nearly to the top, Wolf Tail called out, “I am going to push the tree over the cliff, and you will be killed.”

“Oh, brother! oh, brother! pity me; do not kill me,” said Bull Turns Round.

“Why did you beat my wife’s face so?” said Wolf Tail.

“I didn’t,” cried the boy; “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“You lie,” said Wolf Tail, and he pushed the tree over the cliff.  He looked over and saw his brother fall into the water, and he did not come up again.  Then Wolf Tail went home and took down his lodge, and went to the main camp.  When his father saw him coming with only his wives, he said to him, “Where is your young brother?” And Wolf Tail replied:  “He went hunting and did not come back.  We waited four days for him.  I think the bears must have killed him.”

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