Unktomi took the bow and arrows and shot as the buffalo passed, but the arrow went wide off its mark. Next came the eagle, and again he shot and missed. Then came the rabbit, and again he missed.
“Wait until tomorrow, I will kill them all. My blanket caught in my bow and spoiled my aim.” The people were very much disappointed, and the chief, suspecting that all was not right, sent for the young man who had visited Dead Shot’s tepee. When the young man arrived, the chief asked: “Did you see White Plume when you went to Dead Shot’s camp?” “Yes, I did, and ate with him many times. I stayed at his father’s tepee all the time I was there,” said the young man. “Would you recognize him if you saw him again?” asked the chief. “Any one who had but one glimpse of White Plume would surely recognize him when he saw him again, as he is the most handsome man I ever saw,” said the young man.
“Come with me to the tent of my son-in-law and take a good look at him, but don’t say what you think until we come away.” The two went to the tent of Unktomi, and when the young man saw him he knew it was not White Plume, although it was White Plume’s bow and arrows that hung at the head of the bed, and he also recognized the clothes as belonging to White Plume. When they had returned to the chief’s tent, the young man told what he knew and what he thought. “I think this is some Unktomi who has played some trick on White Plume and has taken his bow and arrows and also his clothes, and hearing of your offer, is here impersonating White Plume. Had White Plume drawn the bow on the buffalo, eagle and rabbit today, we would have been rid of them, so I think we had better scare this Unktomi into telling us where White Plume is,” said the young man.
“Wait until he tries to kill the witches again tomorrow,” said the chief.
In the meantime the younger daughter had taken an axe and gone into the woods in search of dry wood. She went quite a little distance into the wood and was chopping a dry log. Stopping to rest a little she heard some one saying: “Whoever you are, come over here and chop this tree down so that I may get loose.” Going to where the big tree stood, she saw a man stuck onto the side of the tree. “If I chop it down the fall will kill you,” said the girl. “No, chop it on the opposite side from me, and the tree will fall that way. If the fall kills me, it will be better than hanging up here and starving to death,” said White Plume, for it was he.
The girl chopped the tree down and when she saw that it had not killed the man, she said: “What shall I do now?” “Loosen the bark from the tree and then get some stones and heat them. Get some water and sage and put your blanket over me.” She did as told and when the steam arose from the water being poured upon the heated rocks, the bark loosened from his body and he arose. When he stood up, she saw how handsome he was. “You have saved my life,” said he. “Will you be my wife?” “I will,” said she. He then told her how the old man had fooled him into this trap and took his bow and arrows, also his fine porcupine worked clothes, and had gone off, leaving him to die. She, in turn, told him all that had happened in camp since a man, calling himself White Plume, came there and married her sister before he shot at the witches, and when he came to shoot at them, missed every shot. “Let us make haste, as the bad Unktomi may ruin my arrows.” They approached the camp and whilst White Plume waited outside, his promised wife entered Unktomi’s tent and said: “Unktomi, White Plume is standing outside and he wants his clothes and bow and arrows.” “Oh, yes, I borrowed them and forgot to return them; make haste and give them to him.”
Upon receiving his clothes, he was very much provoked to find his fine clothes wrinkled and his bow twisted, while the arrows were twisted out of shape. He laid the clothes down, also the bows and arrows, and passing his hand over them, they assumed their right shapes again. The daughter took White Plume to her father’s tent and upon hearing the story he at once sent for his warriors and had them form a circle around Unktomi’s tent, and if he attempted to escape to catch him and tie him to a tree, as he (the chief) had determined to settle accounts with him for his treatment of White Plume, and the deception employed in winning the chief’s eldest daughter. About midnight the guard noticed something crawling along close to the ground, and seizing him found it was Unktomi trying to make his escape before daylight, whereupon they tied him to a tree. “Why do you treat me thus,” cried Unktomi, “I was just going out in search of medicine to rub on my arrows, so I can kill the witches.” “You will need medicine to rub on yourself when the chief gets through with you,” said the young man who had discovered that Unktomi was impersonating White Plume.
In the morning the herald announced that the real White Plume had arrived, and the chief desired the whole nation to witness his marksmanship. Then came the cry: “The White Buffalo comes.” Taking his red arrow, White Plume stood ready. When the buffalo got about opposite him, he let his arrow fly. The buffalo bounded high in the air and came down with all four feet drawn together under its body, the red arrow having passed clear through the animal, piercing the buffalo’s heart. A loud cheer went up from the village.
“You shall use the hide for your bed,” said the chief to White Plume. Next came a cry, “the eagle, the eagle.” From the north came an enormous red eagle. So strong was he, that as he soared through the air his wings made a humming sound as the rumble of distant thunder. On he came, and just as he circled the tent of the chief, White Plume bent his bow, with all his strength drew the arrow back to the flint point, and sent the blue arrow on its mission of death. So swiftly had the arrow passed through the eagle’s body that, thinking White Plume had missed, a great wail went up from the crowd, but when they saw the eagle stop in his flight, give a few flaps of his wings, and then fall with a heavy thud into the center of the village, there was a greater cheer than before. “The red eagle shall be used to decorate the seat of honor in your tepee,” said the chief to White Plume. Last came the white rabbit. “Aim good, aim good, son-in-law,” said the chief. “If you kill him you will have his skin for a rug.” Along came the white rabbit, and White Plume sent his arrow in search of rabbit’s heart, which it found, and stopped Mr. Rabbit’s tricks forever.
The chief then called all of the people together and before them all took a hundred willows and broke them one at a time over Unktomi’s back. Then he turned him loose. Unktomi, being so ashamed, ran off into the woods and hid in the deepest and darkest corner he could find. This is why Unktomis (spiders) are always found in dark corners, and anyone who is deceitful or untruthful is called a descendant of the Unktomi tribe.