And they went on again, another journey, and camped at the place called Black Mountain, and again sang and danced a war dance.
So they went on, slowly, camping at one place, sometimes, for many days or several weeks, making their living by hunting game.
And whenever they stopped they sent scouts and spies ahead to look out for the next stopping-place, so that they might go ahead safely. And this went on for many years.
And there were no deer in those days, and Ee-ee-toy said to the wood-rat: “Let me make a deer of you.” And the wood-rat said: “Moevah Sophwah” (all right). But when Ee-ee-toy took out his knife and began to cut at his skin to change him into a deer, he cried out so hard that Ee-ee-toy let him go. And you may see the knife mark on his chest and neck to this day.
And Ee-ee-toy asked another rat, the little one with coarse hair, called Geo-wauk-kuh-wah-paw-kum, if he might make him into a deer, and the little rat said “Moevah Sophwah!” And this little rat was brave, and let Ee-ee-toy cut and change him, and he became a deer. And Ee-ee-toy said: “You shall not be like some animals, that love to roam all over, you shall love only one spot and wish to stay there.” And that is why, to this day, the deer do not care to leave their own places and wander as coyotes do.
So there were now plenty of deer, and the people had something new to live upon.
And there were two brothers who were especially good at hunting the deer. Their names were Hay-mohl and Soo-a-dack Cee-a-vawt. And they hunted as the people marched, and kept them well supplied with deer-meat.
And there was a doctor among them who took the ears and tail of the deer and worked such witchcraft on them that the deer could hide away so well that the hunters could not see them. They hunted, as the people journeyed along, but all in vain.
And the hunters in their trouble sought to get help from a doctor, and they happened to go to the very one who had helped the deer, and they told him they wanted help to find the deer, for the children were crying and hungry and they wanted meat to feed them. And the doctor said: “I guess the trouble is that you look for the deer in the old places, where you have already killed them. If you will hunt for them in the ‘cheeks’ (the outlying flanks) of our line of march, you will find them.” And the hunters hunted for the deer in the cheeks but could not find them.
And they went that evening to the same doctor and told him of their bad luck, and the doctor said: “If you will look for them next time in the little valleys between the hills, I think, you will find them, for they like to go there.”