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Kwatte was then still living on earth. He had his house on 

 the beach near here ; but he did not get hardly an^'thing to 

 eat. for the wolves of the region prowled the coast, caught 

 the salmon, ate all the berries, and devoured all the animals 

 of the woods, and gulped down all the fish eggs that floated 

 ashore. What was Kwatte to do ? One day the chief of the 

 Vv-olves came along up the coast. He came to Kwatte's 

 house. Kwatte pretended to be sick. The wolf came in. 

 He made himself at home. Kwatte let him stay. That night 

 he made his bed in Kwatte's house beside Kwatte's fire. 

 Soon he was fast asleep. When he had been asleep for a con- 

 siderable time he began to snore. He snored loud. This 

 was Kwatte's opportunity. He would now 'get even" with 

 the wolves ; and he would also have some meat to eat. He 

 got his knife ; looked at it to see if it was good and sharp ; 

 then, finding it in good shape, he went to the mat on which 

 wolf was sleeping and severed that animal's head at one 

 blow. He then skinned the carcass and hung the skin up 

 above the fireplace to dry. He then stored the meat safely 

 under his bed and went to sleep. 



"The next morning, bright and early, a wolf came track- 

 ing his chief up the beach. He tracked him to Kwatte's 

 house. He entered the house. Said he to Kwatte, 'Did you 

 see Chief Wolf?' Kwatte answered, 'No, I am sick. I have 

 not been out of my house. I have not seen him.' 'But he 

 came to your house. We tracked him here,' protested the 

 wolf. 



While Kwatte was talking, the wolfs slave, the blue jay, 

 had gone over to Kwatte's fire to warm himself. As he was 

 spreading his hands out before the fire, a drop of something 

 fell on the upper surface of one of his hands. At once he 

 perceived it was a kind of oil. He smelled it. At once he 

 recognized it to have the same smell as the smell of his 

 master. He said nothing but went out of the room. The 

 oil had dropped from the skin that was drying. As soon as 

 he was out in the yard, however, he told all the wolves what 

 he had discovered : many wolves had not followed the tracks 

 to Kwatte's house. The blue jay was crying, mourning the 

 death of his master. The wolves all rushed into the house. 

 Kwatte had anticipated trouble and had hung a basket of 



