The camp was surrounded by piñon brush and a large fire burned in the center of the inclosure; there was much meat roasting over the fire. As soon as the youth reached the camp he raked over the coals and said, "I feel cold." The brother-in-law replied, "It is cold. When people camp together they tell stories to one another in the mornings; we have told ours and we must now hear yours." The youth related his experiences of the past night. He said, "Where I stopped last night was the worst camp I ever had." The brothers kept their backs to the youth and pretended not to pay any attention, but the brother-in-law listened and questioned him. He continued, "I never heard such a noise." The brothers then remarked, "I thought he would say something like that" (they were jealous of this crazy brother, he saw so much they could not see). The brother-in-law was inclined to believe the youth’s story and asked what kind of people made the noise. "I do not know. They were strange people to me, but I do know they danced all night back and forth across the canyon, and I know my brothers killed twelve deer, and afterwards killed two of their people who went for the blood of the deer. I heard them say, ’That is what must be expected if you will go to such places you must expect to be killed.’" The elder brother began thinking and without turning toward the youth asked, "How many deer did you say were killed?" and he answered "twelve." Then the older brother said, "Well, sir, you have told me many stories and I never believed you, but this story I do believe. What is the matter with you that you know all these things? How do you know these things and find out these things?" The youth replied, "I do not know how, but all these things come to my mind and my eyes." The elder brother said, "I will now give more thought to you and study how you find out all about these things. We have a lot of meat and we did not know how to get it home; now that you have come let us return; you shall carry the meat." When halfway home they were about to descend a mesa, and when on the edge they sat down to rest; then they saw far down the mesa four mountain sheep, and the brothers commanded the youth to kill one for them. They said, "Our meat is dry; your legs are fresh, so you will kill the sheep." The youth succeeded in heading off the sheep by hiding in a bush (_Bigelovia Douglasii_(9)) sometimes called sage brush but it is not the true sage brush. The sheep came directly toward him; he aimed his arrow at them, but before he could pull the bow his arm stiffened and became dead and the sheep passed by. All the sheep passed him, but he again headed them off by hiding in the stalks of a large yucca.(10) The sheep passed within five steps of him, and again when the time to pull the bow came his arm stiffened. The crow people were watching him all the time. He again followed the sheep and got ahead of them and hid behind a birch tree in bloom; he had his bow ready,