All animals of the Plains at one time heard and knew him, and all birds of the air heard and knew him. All things that he made understood him, when he spoke to them, — the birds, the animals, and the people.
Old Man was travelling about, south of here, making the people. He came from he south, travelling north, making animals and birds as he passed along. He made the mountains, prairies, timber, and brush first. So he went along, travelling northward, making things as he went, putting rivers here and there and falls on them, putting red paint here and there in the ground, —fixing up the world as we see it to-day. He made the Milk River (the Teton) and crossed is, and, being tired, went up on a little hill and lay down to rest. As he lay on his back, stretched out on the ground, with arms extended, he marked himself out with stones, —the shape of his body, head, legs, arms, and everything. There you can see those rocks to-day. After he had rested, he went on northward, and stumbled over a knoll and fell down on his knees. Then he said, “You are a bad thing to be stumbling against”; so he raised up two large buttes there, and named them the Knees, and they are called so to this day. He went on further north, and with some of the rocks he carried with him he built the Sweet Grass Hills.

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After this, Old Man kept on, travelling north. Many of the animals that he had made followed him as he went. These animals understood him when he spoke to them, and he used them as his servants. When he got to the north point of Porcupine Mountains, there he made some more mud images of people, and blew breath upon them, and they became people.

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After he had taught the people these things, he started off again, travelling north, until he came to where the Bow and Elbow rivers meet. There he made some more people, and taught them the same things. From here he again went on northward. When he had come nearly to the Red Deer’s River, he reached the hill where the Old Man sleeps. There he lay down and rested himself. The form of his body is to be seen there yet.
When he awake form his sleep, he travelled further northward and came to a fine high hill. He climbed to the top of it, and there sat down to rest. He looked over the country below him, and it pleased him. Before him the hill was steep, and he said to himself, “Well, this is a fine place for sliding; I will have some fun,” and he began to slide down the hill. The marks where he slid down are to be seen yet, and this place is known to all people as the “Old Man’s Sliding Ground.”
This is as far as the Blackfeet followed Old Man. The Crees know what he did further north.