“For once they ought to get some one else. I am to sit on the chief’s bed in the middle of the lodge.” He told his mother, “Do not let these women go out.’”’ Then he went out, and the old woman guarded the door. When she was asleep, one of the girls said, “I will go out to look.’’ She stepped over the old woman, and went to the dance-lodge. Looking in, she saw the people dancing on the Loon’s rump.”

— Tales of the North American Indians, Tale 49 · served from our shelf  receiptuncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan