run, for he was a good
hunter and as fast as a Deer. Of course he gained on OLD-man, who was
a much slower traveller; and the Sun was not very high when the old
thief stopped on a hilltop to look back. He saw the man coming fast.

"'This will never do,' he said to himself. 'That queer person will
catch me. I know what I shall do; I shall turn myself into a dead
Bull-Elk and lie down. Then he will pass me and I can go where I
please.'

"He took off his moccasins and said to them: 'Moccasins, go on toward
the west. Keep going and making plain tracks in the snow toward the
big-water where the Sun sleeps. The queer-one will follow you, and
when you pass out of the snowy country, you can lose him. Go quickly
for he is close upon us.'

"The moccasins ran away as OLD-man wanted them to, and they made plain
tracks in the snow leading away toward the big-water. OLD-man turned
into a dead Bull-Elk and stretched himself near the tracks the
moccasins had made.

"Up the hill came the man, his breath short from running. He saw the
dead Elk, and thought it might be OLD-man playing a trick. He was
about to shoot an arrow into the dead Elk to make sure; but just as he
was about to let the arrow go, he saw the tracks the moccasins had
made. Of course he thought the moccasins were on OLD-man's feet, and
that the carcass was really that of a dead Elk. He was badly fooled
and took the tracks again. On and on he went, following the moccasins
over hills and rivers. Faster than before went the man, and still
faster travelled the empty moccasins, the trail growing dimmer and
dimmer as the daylight faded. All day long, and all of the night the
man followed the tracks without rest or food, and just at daybreak he
came to the shore of the big-water. There, right by the water's edge,
stood the empty moccasins, side by side.

"The man turned and looked back. His eyes were red and his legs were
trembling. 'Caw--caw, caw,' he heard a Crow say. Right over his head
he saw the black bird and knew him, too.

"'Ho! OLD-man, you were in that dead Bull-Elk. You fooled me, and now
you are a Crow. You think you will escape me, do you? Well, you will
not; for I, too, know magic, and am wise.'

"With a stick the man drew a circle in the sand. Then he stood within
the ring and sang a song. OLD-man was worried and watched the strange
doings from the air overhead. Inside the circle the man began to whirl
about so rapidly that he