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The Tsundige'wï had no houses, but lived in nests scooped in the sand
and covered over with dried grass. The little fellows were so weak and
puny that they could not fight at all, and were in constant terror from
the wild geese and other birds that used to come in great flocks from the
south to make war upon them.
Just at the time that the travelers got there they found the little men in
great fear, because there was a strong wind blowing from the south and it
blew white feathers and down along the sand, so that the Tsundige'wï knew
their enemies were coming not far behind.
The Cherokee asked them why, they did not defend themselves, but they said
they could not, because they did not know how. There was no time to make
bows and arrows, but the travelers told them to take sticks for clubs, and
showed them where to strike the birds on the necks to kill them.
The wind blew for several days, and at last the birds came, so many that
they were like a great cloud in the air, and alighted on the sands. The
little men ran to their nests, and the birds followed and stuck in their
long bills to pull them out and eat them. This time. though, the
Tsundige'wï had their clubs, and they struck the birds on the neck, as the
Cherokee had shown them, and killed so many that at last the others were
glad to spread their wings and fly away again to the south.
The little men thanked the Cherokee for their help and gave them the best
they had until the travelers went on to see the other tribes. They heard
afterwards that the birds came again several times, but that the
Tsundige'wï always drove them off with their clubs, until a flock of
sandhill cranes came. They were so tall that the little men could not
reach up to strike them on the neck, and so at last the cranes killed them
all.
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