_Comanche_
In the olden times, a hunter once shot at a large bird which was
flying above him. It fell to the ground. It was so large he was afraid
to go to it alone, so he went back to the camp for others.
When they came back to the place where the bird had been shot, thunder
was rolling through the ravine. Flashes of lightning showed the place
where the bird lay. They came nearer. Then the lightning flashed so
that they could not see the bird. One flash killed a hunter.
The other Indians fled back to the camp. They knew it was the Thunder
Bird.
Once the Thunder Bird, in the days of the grandfathers, came down to
the ground and alighted there. You may know that is so, because the
grass remains burned off a large space, and the outlines are those of
a large bird with outspread wings.