must expect to be killed.” “We will not think of them longer; they are dead and gone. We are talking of things of long ago.” The younger brother sat quietly below and listened to everything that was being said. After a time the crows on the other side of the canyon made a great noise and began to dance. They had many songs at that time. The youth could not see what they were doing, but he listened all the time. After the dance began a great fire was made, and then he could see black objects moving, but he could not distinguish any people. He recognized the voice of Hasjelti. Though the youth was crazy, he remembered everything in his heart. He even remembered the words of the songs that continued all the night; he remembered every word of every song. He said to himself, “I will listen until daylight.” These people did not remain on one side of the canyon where the first fires were built, but they crossed and recrossed in their dance and had fires on both sides of the canyon. They danced back and forth until daylight (on the ninth night of the Hasjelti Dailjis was a repetition of this dance), when all the crows and the other birds flew away to the west. All that he saw after they left was the fires and smoke. The crazy youth then started off in a run to his brothers’ camp to tell what he had seen and heard. His brothers were up early and saw the boy approaching. They said, “I bet he will have lots of stories to tell. He will say he saw something no one ever saw, or somebody jumped on him.” And the brother-in-law who was with them said, “Let him alone; when he comes into camp he will tell us all, and I believe these things do happen, for he could not make up these things all the time.”