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A FOLK-TALE OF THE HIDATSA INDIANS.

them far off, rushed away like a frightened beast, and hid himself in the spring. When the elders returned, Atùtish told them all that happened while they were gone. They concluded that he of the spring must be their lost child, and devised a plan to rescue him, which they communicated to Atùtish.

Next morning they made another and smaller roulette-stick, for the enchanted child to play with. Then they divested themselves of their odour as much as possible, and hid themselves near the spring and to the leeward of it. When all was ready, Atutish went to the edge of the spring and cried aloud, "Mahash! do you want to come out?"

Soon the latter lifted his head cautiously out of the spring, raised his upper lip, showing his long white fangs, snuffed the air keenly, looked wildly around him, and drew back again into the water. Atùtish then went near where he had seen his brother rise and called again to him, but the child answered from the water that he feared to come out, as he thought he smelt the hunters. "Have no fear," said Atùtish; "the old men are gone out hunting and will not be back till night. I am here alone. Come out to the warm sunlight. We will have a good time playing, and I will give you something nice to eat."

Thus coaxed and reassured, the other ventured out, still looking mistrustfully around him. Atùtish then gave him a piece of boiled buffalo tongue to eat, which the little boy said was the best thing he had ever tasted. "Very well," said Atùtish, "let us play, and I will stake the rest of this tongue against some of your frogs and slugs on the game." Mahash agreed, and soon in the excitement of the play he forgot his fears. They played along with the roulette some time without much advantage on either side, until at length they threw their sticks so evenly that it was impossible to tell which was the furthest from the wheel. They disputed warmly, until Atùtish said, "Stoop down and look close and you will see that I have made the best throw." The other stooped over to observe; and, while his attention was thus engaged, his brother came behind the little fellow, seized him, and held him fast. Atutish then called to the concealed hunters, who ran up, threw a lariat around the struggling captive, and bound him firmly. Having secured the wild boy, their next task was