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Now, when all the tribes were giving battle, Wiludal said to his 

 grandson, who led him by the hand, "Put me behind the rock over 

 which he always leaps, and point my arrow at the center of the 

 smoke hole. Then, when you see the mist of feathers coming out of 

 the smoke hole, tell me, 'Now shoot!' Then I will shoot him." So 

 his grandson watched the smoke hole. After a little while they 

 heard shouting and beating of drums. The mist of down rose, and 

 then the grandson said, "Now shoot!" Then the old warrior used 

 all his strength and shot. He turned to his fellows, and said, "Ah, 

 all ! I killed him. I hit his eye." 



Some of his fellows believed what he said, and others still mocked 

 him. 



Wiludal hit Asagulyaan through the eye. The arrow came out 

 at the back of Asagulyaan's head, and all his brains came out. ' He 

 fell off from the top of the ladder which was placed from the inside 

 up to the smoke hole — fell to the ground, and died right there. 

 Therefore his sister took off her brother's dancing-garment and 

 dancing-aprons, leggings, and rattle. The headdress was broken to 

 pieces. Therefore they took a wolf helmet of the prince, and she 

 wore it. Then another shout went up. The mist of down rose 

 again, and she came out through the smoke hole, ran down as quickly 

 as her brother had done, with her brother's bow in her hand. The 

 crowds did not know her. She leaped over the rock; and when she 

 passed a little farther down, she let go her arrow. Then she ran, 

 turning her face toward the house where she had come from. She 

 did not do as her brother had done, who ran backward when he 

 turned, and kept his face on his enemies. 



On the way she became weary, and ran like a woman. Therefore 

 the multitude knew that she was a woman; and they all shouted, 

 and said, "Ha, a woman!" and all the people pressed on them and fell 

 on them. A few children tried to run away, but the multitude 

 destroyed them. 



The woman wore her brother's paraphernalia, and ran away from 

 them around the island. She took off the prince's wolf's helmet and 

 threw it away, and it became a rock, which may be seen up to this 

 day; and her footsteps may still be seen on the rocks where she 

 walked, up to this day. 



The people of this tribe are scattered among all the other tribes. 

 They have not had a village since that day. The live arrow, as soon 

 as the woman let it go, went off howling, and flew to its home, saying 

 while it was flying, "Guldana!" Everybody saw it flying swiftly 

 through the air toward the sunset. It has never returned since that 

 time. Wiludal was first of all the warriors of the Tsimsliian, better 

 than Asagulyaan, for he was very old, and nevertheless he hit 

 Asagulyaan's eye. Therefore all the people honor him up to this 

 day. This story was kept by the Wolf Clan. 



