Again they spoke of a buffalo hunt. “The chief’s daughter’s husband speaks indeed of sending them to act as scouts,” said the criers.
Again the herd of buffaloes had come to that country. They surrounded them. Again they shot down many of them.
At last the son of the old head chief was in a bad humor. He was in a bad humor because his sister’s husband had been made chief.
Now at night, the horse used to say to the young man, “O father, a man desires very much to kill us. It is so every night.” And after that at night the young man used to take care of his horse and mule.
On the next day they surrounded the herd in the land where the deed was done. It was just so again; a great many buffaloes had been coming. At length the son wished the buffaloes to trample his sister’s husband to death. When they attacked the buffaloes, he waved his robe. Turning around in his course, he waved his robe again. When the sister’s husband went right in among the buffaloes, they closed in on him and he was not seen at all.
The people said, “The buffaloes have trampled to death the chief’s daughter’s husband.”
When the buffaloes trampled him to death, they scattered and went homeward in every direction, moving in long lines. And the people did not find any trace whatever of what was done. They did not find the horse. Even the man they did not find. When the buffaloes killed him by trampling, the horse had gone back to Him Who Made Things.