After that she spread some of the deer fat out of the calabash over the wound , which she held in the steam of the hot water . Last of all , she sang in a low voice a dirge over the Rover of the Plain . As she chanted the final words the head moved , and the limbs came back . The buffalo began to feel alive again and shook his horns , and stood up and stretched himself . Unluckily it was just at this moment that the husband said to himself : ' I wonder if she is crying still , and what is the matter with her ! Perhaps I had better go and see . ' And he got up and , calling her by name , went out to the shed . ` Go away ! I do n't want you ! ' she cried angrily . But it was too late . The buffalo had fallen to the ground , dead , and with the wound in his head as before . The young man who , unlike most of his tribe , was afraid of his wife , returned to his bed without having seen anything , but wondering very much what she could be doing all this time . After waiting a few minutes , she began her task over again , and at the end the buffalo stood on his feet as before . But just as the girl was rejoicing that her work was completed , in came the husband once more to see what his wife was doing ; and this time he sat himself down in the hut , and said that he wished to watch whatever was going on . Then the girl took up the pitcher and all her other things and left the shed , trying for the third time to bring the buffalo back to life . She was too late ; the dawn was already breaking , and the head fell to the ground , dead and corrupt as it was before . The girl entered the hut , where her husband and his mother were getting ready to go out . ' I want to go down to the lake , and bathe , ' said she . ` But you could never walk so far , ' answered they .
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