When he reached that age when he should have played with the other boys, he did not play, but was much alone upon the prairie without the village. He never took part in the game of Pawnee _zhay-day_, the game of spear and hoop, which made the other boys laugh and shout. One evening in his fifth year, his father, Sky-Walker, said to him: “It is the time for the coming of the dreams to Wa-choo-bay. Let him go afar into a lonesome place without food and lift his hands and his voice to Wakunda. Four sleeps let him stay in the lonesome place, that his dream may come.” So his mother smeared his forehead with mud and muttered to the spirits: “Thus shall you know Wa-choo-bay, who goes forth to have his first dream. Send him a good dream.” And Wa-choo-bay went forth into a lonesome place without food. And on the morning of the fifth day, when the squaws were making fires, he returned, and as he entered the village and went to the lodge of his father the squaws gazed upon his face, seeing that which was very strange. They wakened the sleepers in the lodges, saying: “Wa-choo-bay is come back with a strange medicine-look upon his face! He has had a great dream; come and see.” And the village awoke and crowded about the lodge of Sky-Walker, who came forth and said: “Go away! Something great has happened to my _nu-zhinga_ [boy], and he is about to tell me his dream.” And the people went away, awed and silent. In the stillness of his lodge Sky-Walker gazed upon the boy’s face and said: “What has Wa-choo-bay seen?” And Wa-choo-bay said: “I went far into a lonesome place; there was nothing but the crows and the prairie and the sky. I lifted my hands and my voice as you told me. I said the words you told me. Then I slept, and when I awoke this is what I remembered; the rest was like big things moving in the mist. “I was on the shore of the Ne Shoda [Missouri], and a little canoe came up to me, and I got in, for a voice told me to get in. Then the canoe swam out into the water and went fast. I went toward the place of summer. I rode far, many sleeps, and then as I was about to come to the end of my long riding, I awoke. Four times I saw this, and then I came here. What does it mean?” “I do not know,” said Sky-Walker. “I must think hard, and then maybe I will know.” And Sky-Walker shut himself in his lodge and thought hard for four sleeps. And when the fifth morning came he said to Wa-choo-bay: “I have thought hard, and now I know that it is the big things moving in the mist that you must see. Go forth and dream again in the lonesome place.” And so Wa-choo-bay went forth with the mud on his brow, crying to the spirits that he might see the big things that moved in the mist. He slept and dreamed. Again he was in the canoe and he rode far.