_Chilcotin_
A long time ago there was a chief who had many sons. In those days
Wind used to blow furiously all the time, and the chief told one of
his sons to capture Wind. The son made a snare and placed it in a
tree. Then next morning, when he went to that tree, he found in the
snare a small boy with a fat body and streaming hair. Now that boy
was Wind. The chief’s son kept him for some time, then he let him go
free when Wind promised he would not blow so hard. Only once in a
while could he blow hard, said the chief’s son, and Wind agreed. So
now he is free, and he does not blow nearly so hard as he used to.