Shall we fry and eat it here, or carry it home to the mother ?" The older brother did not relish the taunt; his lips curled.

He replied scornfully,-- "Any child may catch a fish, but only men can follow turkeys.

The tzina is shy and wary; it knows how sure my aim is, therefore it hides when I go out to hunt." The little one replied to this pompous explanation with a clear mocking laugh.
"Turkeys care nothing about you," he retorted.

"It is nothing to them whether you go out or not!" "Shyuote," his brother scolded, "stop prating about things of which you do not know.

It is true I am not one of the order of hunters, Shyayak, but I may become so soon." He stopped, as if a sudden thought had struck him, and then exclaimed: "Now I know why luck has failed me this morning! When I left our houses I should have scattered meal, and placed a pebble on the heap beside the trail, and offered a plume to our Mother Above.