“‘It was not a tail, it was blood—­star blood; an’ the star had been bit an’ was wounded, but would get well.  The Sun was the father of the stars, an’ the Moon was their mother.  The Sun, Gheezis, tried ever to pursue an’ capture an’ eat his children, the stars.  So the stars all ran an’ hid when the Sun was about.  But the stars loved their mother who was good an’ never hurt them; an’ when the Sun went to sleep at night an’ Coush-ee-wan, the Darkness, shut his eyes, the Moon an’ her children came together to see each other.  But the star that bled had been caught by the Sun; it got out of his mouth but was wounded.  Now it was frightened, so it always kept its face to where the Sun was sleeping over in the west.  The bleeding star, Sch-coo-dah, would get well an’ its wound would heal.

“‘Then the Raven wanted to know how the Gray Elk knew all this.  An’ the Gray Elk had the Raven into the medicine lodge that night; an’ the Raven heard the spirits come about an’ heard their voices; but he could not understand.  Also, the Raven saw a wolf all fire, with wings like the eagle which flew overhead.  Also he heard the Thunder, Boom-wa-wa, talking with the Gray Elk; but the Raven couldn’t understand.  The Gray Elk told the Raven to draw his knife an’ stab with it in the air outside the medicine lodge.  An’ when he did, the Raven’s blade an’ hand came back covered with blood.  Still, the Raven was cur’ous an’ kept askin’ to be told how the Gray Elk knew these things.  An’ the Gray Elk at last took the Raven to the Great Bachelor Sycamore that lived alone, an’ asked the Raven if the Bachelor Sycamore was growing.  An’ the Raven said it was.  Then Gray Elk asked him how he knew it was growing.  An’ the Raven said he didn’t know.  Then Gray Elk said he did not know how he knew about Sch-coo-dah, the star that was bit.  This made the Raven angry, for he was very cur’ous; an’ he thought the Gray Elk had two tongues.

“‘Then it came the month of the first young grass an’ Sublette was back for furs.  Also he brought many goods; an’ he gave to the Raven more of the powder of the whirlwind in a little box, At once the Raven made a feast of ducks for the Gray Elk; an’ he gave him of the whirlwind powder; an’ at once his teeth came together an’ the Gray Elk was twisted till he died.

“’Now no one knew that the Raven had the powder of the whirlwind, so they could not tell why all these people were twisted and went to the Great Spirit.  But the Squaw-who-has-dreams saw that it was the Raven who killed her husband, the Gray Elk, in a vision.  Then the Squaw-who-has-dreams went into the mountains four days an’ talked with Moh-kwa, the Bear who is the wisest of the beasts.  The Bear said it was the Raven who killed the Gray Elk an’ told the Squaw-who-has-dreams of the powder of the whirlwind.