This did very well for a time; but, as I said, Chaske got tired of it.

So he determined to go on a long journey, where he might meet with some adventures.
Early one morning he shouldered his quiver of arrows, and drawing out one arrow from the quiver, he shot it in the direction he intended to go.
"Now," said he, "I will follow my arrow." But it seemed as if he were destined never to find it, for morning and noon had passed away, and the setting sun warned him, not only of the approach of night, but of musquitoes too.

He thought he would build a fire to drive the musquitoes away; besides, he was both hungry and tired, though he had not yet found his arrow, and had nothing to eat.
When he was hesitating as to what he should do, he saw in the bushes a dead elk, and behold! his arrow was sticking in its side.

He drew the arrow out, then cut out the tongue, and after making a fire, he put the tongue upon a stick to roast.

But while the tongue was roasting, Chaske fell asleep and slept many hours.
At day-break a woman came up to him and shook him, as if to awake him.
Chaske started and rubbed his eyes, and the woman pointed to the path which led across the prairies.