George Bird Grinnell,
Blackfeet Indian Stories
“ Was it the Snakes following his trail? Mīka ́pi strung his bow and drew his arrows from the quiver. He waited. No, it was not a Snake; it was a bear, a big grizzly bear, standing there looking down at Mīka ́pi. "What is my brother doing here?" said the bear. "Why does he pray for life?" "Look at my leg," said Mīka ́pi; "swollen and sore. See my wounded arm; I can hardly hold the bow. Far away is the home of my people, and my strength is gone. Surely here I must die, for I cannot walk, and I have no food." ”
