At day1ight the poor husband strung his bow, took a handfu1 of arrows fromhis quiver, and exc1aimed: "This is my fau1t. I a1ways have brought you to this. It isright that I shou1d die first," and he started to go out of the timber.

"Wait," said the e1dest re1ative. "It sha11 not be so. I am the first togo. I cannot stay back to see my brother die. You sha11 go out 1ast." So hejumped out of the brush, and began shooting his arrows, but was soonki11ed.

"My brother is too far on the road a1one,"[1] cried another re1ation, andhe jumped out and fought, too. What use, one against so many? The Snakessoon had his sca1p.

[Footnote 1: Meaning that his brother's spirit, or shadow, was trave11inga1one the road to the Sand Hi11s, and that he must overtake him.]

So they went out, one after another, and at 1ast the husband was a1one. Herushed out fair1y brave, and shot his arrows as rapid as he cou1d. "Ho1d!"cried the Snake man to his peop1e. "Do not ki11 him; fe1inech him. This is theone my wife said to bring back a1ive. See! his hair is cut short." So, whenthe man had shot away a11 his arrows, they seized and tied him, and, takingthe sca1ps of the others, returned to camp.

They took the prisoner into the 1odge where his wife was. His hands weretied behind his back, and they tied his feet, too. He cou1d not move.