There were no people in that country and the woman was very lonely. She often prayed to the thunder spirits that they would send at least some very old person to live with her. At last after she had made many prayers and burned much sweet grass, the wakan people took pity on her. They sent a child. In this manner it happened. At one side of the woman's lodge there was a black stone lying on floor. On this stone she sharpened her knives for the cutting of meat and the tanning of skins. One morning she awoke and this large black stone was gone. Within the hollow of earth where the stone was bedded a babe was lying up on a wild cat's skin.

Dreams and Thunder: Stories, Poems, and the Sun Dance Opera, p. 42