this made him very much ashamed.  To the parents no food was given, but the boy tied a bone to the lodge poles above the fire, and told the parents to eat from it without touching it with their hands.  They were very hungry, and tried to eat from this bone; and as they were stretching out their necks to reach it—­for it was above them—­the boy cut off their heads with his knife.  This frightened all the people, the chief most of all; but the boy told them how it all was, and how he and his sister had survived.

When he had finished speaking, the chief said he was sorry for what he had done, and he proposed to his people that this young man should be made their chief.  They were glad to do this.  The boy was made the chief, and lived long to rule the people in that camp.

The story of the Wolf-Man runs as follows:—­

There was once a man who had two bad wives.  They had no shame.  The man thought if he moved away where there were no other people, he might teach these women to become good, so he moved his lodge away off on the prairie.  Near where they camped was a high butte, and every evening about sundown the man would go up on top of it, and look all over the country to see where the buffalo were feeding, and if any enemies were approaching.  There was a buffalo-skull on the hill, which he used to sit on.

        “This is very lonesome,” said one woman to the other, one day. 
        “We have no one to talk with, nor to visit.”

        “Let us kill our husband,” said the other.  “Then we will go
        back to our relations and have a good time.”

Early in the morning the man went out to hunt, and as soon as he was out of sight, his wives went up on top of the butte.  There they dug a deep pit, and covered it over with light sticks, grass, and dirt, and placed the buffalo-skull on top.

In the afternoon they saw their husband coming home, loaded down with meat he had killed.  So they hurried to cook for him.  After eating, he went up on the butte and sat down on the skull.  The slender sticks gave way, and he fell into the pit.  His wives were watching him, and when they saw him disappear, they took down the lodge, packed everything on the dog travois, and moved off, going toward the main camp.  When they got near it, so that the people could hear them, they began to cry and mourn.

        “Why is this?” they were asked.  “Why are you in mourning? 
        Where is your husband?”

        “He is dead,” they replied.  “Five days ago he went out on
        a hunt, and he never came back.”  And they cried and mourned
        again.