he bear lodge may see them."

They did so. Pretty soon the old bear chief said to one of his
children, "By this time I think the people have finished killing. Go
out now and look about; see where the nicest pieces are, and bring
in some nice back fat."

One of the young bears went out of the lodge and stood up and looked
about, and when it saw this meat hanging by the old women's lodge
close by, it went over toward it.

"Ah," said the old women, "there are those bears."

"Do not be afraid," said Kut-o-yis'.

The young bear went over to where the meat was hanging and stood up
and began to pull it down. Kut-o-yis' went out of the lodge and
said, "Wait; wait! What are you doing, taking the old women's meat?"

The young bear answered, "My father told me that I should go out and
get this meat and bring it home to him."

Kut-o-yis' hit the young bear over the head with a stick and it ran
home crying.

When it had reached the lodge it told what had happened and the
father bear said, "I will go over there myself; perhaps this person
will hit me over the head."

When the old women saw the father and mother bear and all their
relations coming they were afraid, but Kut-o-yis' jumped out of the
lodge and killed the bears one after another; all except one little
she-bear, a very small one, which got away.

"Well," said Kut-o-yis', "you may go and breed more bears."

He told the old women to move over to the bear-painted lodge and
after this to live in it. It was theirs.

To the old women Kut-o-yis' then said, "Now, grandmothers, where are
there any more people? I want to travel about and see them."

The old women said, "At the Point of Rocks--on Sun River--there is a
camp. There is a piskun there."

So Kut-o-yis' set off for that place, and when he came to the camp
he went into an old woman's lodge.

The old woman gave him something to eat--a dish of bad food.

"Why is this, grandmother?" asked Kut-o-yis'. "Have you no food
better than this to give to a visitor? Down there I see a piskun;
you must kill plenty of buffalo and must have good food."

"Speak lower," said the old woman, "or you may be heard. We have no
good food because there is a great snake here who is the chief of
the camp. He takes all the best pieces. He lives over there in that
snake-painted lodge."

The next morning when the buffalo were led in, Kut-o-yis' killed
one, and they took the back fat and carried it to their lodge. Then
Kut-o-yis'