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The Boy Who Snared the Sun
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"I will leave you behind where I have been chopping; you must hide yourself, and you will see the gitshee-gitshee-gaun ai see-ug, or snow-birds, come and pick the worms out of the wood, where I have been chopping. Shoot one of them and bring it home."
He obeyed her, and tried his best to kill one, but came home unsuccessful. She told him he must not despair, but try again the next day. She accordingly left him at the place where she got wood and returned home. Towards nightfall she heard his footsteps on the snow, and he came in exultingly, and threw down one of the birds he had killed.
"My sister," said he, "I wish you to skin it and stretch the skin, and when I have killed more I will have a coat made out of them."
"What shall we do with the body?" asked she, for as yet men had not begun to eat animal food, but lived on vegetables alone.
"Cut it in two," he answered, "and season our pottage with one-half of it at a time."
She did so. The boy continued his efforts, and succeeded in killing ten birds, out of the skins of which his sister made him a little coat.
"Sister," said he one day, "are we all alone in the world? Is there nobody else living?"
His sister told him that they two alone remained; that the beings who had killed all their relations lived in a certain quarter, and that he must by no means go in that direction. This only served to inflame his curiosity and raise his ambition, and he soon after took his bow and arrows and went to seek the beings of whom his sister had told him. After walking a long time and meeting nothing he became tired, and lay down on a knoll where the sun had melted the snow. He fell fast asleep, and while sleeping the sun beat so hot upon him that it singed and drew up his birdskin coat, so that when he awoke and stretched himself, he felt, as it were, bound in it. He looked down and saw the damage done, and then he flew into a passion, upbraided the sun, and vowed vengeance against it.
"Do not think you are too high," said he; "I shall revenge myself."
On coming home he related his disaster to his sister, and lamented bitterly the spoiling of his coat. He would not eat. He lay down as one that
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