"Mercy on me!" thought the young man to himself, "I have always been called a poor hunter. What shall I do?"
The next morning he tried, but with the same results.
Now, this girl was keeping the deer and antelope and other animals so long closed up in the corral that the people in all the villages round about were ready to die of hunger for meat. Still, for her own gratification she would keep these animals shut up.
The young man came back at evening, and she asked him if he had found a deer for her.
"No," said he, "I could not even find the trail of one." "Well," she said, "I am sorry, for your bundles are heavy." He took them up and went home with them.
Finally, this matter became so much talked about that the two small gods on the top of Thunder Mountain, who lived with their grandm
