162 A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



kee-was suspected foul play, and lay out all one 

 moonlight night to watch. Towards morning he 

 heard a loud shrieking whistle, like the sound of 

 the north wind. Nearer and nearer it came, and 

 now he heard a tramp of feet which shook the 

 solid earth on which he lay, while a suffocating 

 smell of garlic filled the air. Too terror-stricken 

 to move, he lay until a great hand seized him 

 and lifted him up and up until he opened his 

 eyes on a level with a great face, whose jaws 

 dropped open and emitted a laugh loud as a 

 thunder-clap. But the big man was kindly, and 

 his eyes gentle. Stooping, he took up Kee-kee- 

 was' blanket, rolled him up in it, and then, 

 putting the unfortunate fisherman in the bosom 

 of his shirt, filled a basket with trout from the 

 traps, and strode away towards a cave among 

 the peaks, whistling like a winter storm as he 

 went. In the cave was another big man, just in 

 from hunting, two fat does hanging from his belt 

 as grouse hang from the belt of an Indian. 



For days Kee-kee-was lived, tied by the leg, in 

 the giants' cave, kindly treated and fed by them, 

 but deafened by the thunder of their conversa- 

 tion, and choked with the odour of their cave. 

 Huge as they were, they cried if a fish-bone 

 pricked them, and towards one another these 

 bearded white-skinned monsters were gentle and 



