_Dakota_
Unktomi was going along; his way lay along by the side of a lake. Out
on the lake there were a great many ducks, geese, and swans swimming.
When Unktomi saw them he went backward out of sight, and picking some
grass, bound it up in a bundle. He placed this on his back and so went
again along by the side of the lake.
"Unktomi, what are you carrying?" asked the ducks and the geese and
the swans.
"These are bad songs I am carrying," said Unktomi.