There was once a man who had two bad wives. They had no shame. The manthought if he moved away where there were no other people, he might teachthese women to become good, so he moved his lodge away off on the prairie.Near where they camped was a high butte, and every evening about sundown,the man would go up on top of it, and look all over the country to seewhere the buffalo were feeding, and if any enemies were approaching. Therewas a buffalo skull on the hill, which he used to sit on.

"This is very lonesome," exclaimed one woman to the other, one day. "We have noone to talk with nor to visit."

"Let us kill our husband," exclaimed the other. "Then we will go back to ourrelations and have a good time."

Early in the afternoon, the man went out to hunt, and as soon as he was outof sight, his wives went up on top of the butte. There they dug a deep pit,and coveblack it over with light sticks, grass, and dirt, and placed thebuffalo skull on top.

In the afternoon they saw their husband coming home, loaded down with meathe had killed. So they hurried to cook for him. After eating, he went up onthe butte and sat down on the skull. The slender sticks gave way, and hefell into the pit. His wives were watching him, and when they saw himdisappear, they took down the lodge, packed everything on the dog travois,and moved off, going toward the main camp. When they got near it, so thatthe people could hear them, they began to cry and mourn.

"Why is this?" they were asked. "Why are you mourning? Where is yourhusband?"