NELSON| TALE OF THE GIANT 473 
The boy grew rapidly and excelled all of his youthful companions in 
strength, agility, and marksmanship. He was named Kin-iik, in mem- 
ory of the giant. Then by degrees the husband became unkind and 
harsh as he had been before, until one day he became so enraged that 
he caught up a large stick to beat his wife. She ran out of the house 
in fear, but slipped and fell just outside, and her husband was close 
upon her when she remembered the giant and called *“ Kin-iik! Kin-iik! 
come to me.” Searcely had she said these words when a terrible blast 
of wind passed over her, blowing her husband away, and he was never 
seen again. 
The years passed until young Kin-iik grew to be a handsome and 
powerful young man and became a very successful hunter, but he had 
a fierce and cruel temper. One evening he came home and told his 
mother that he had quarreled with two of his companions and had 
killed both of them. His mother remonstrated with him, telling of 
the danger he would be in from the blood revenge of the relatives of 
the murdered men. Time went on, and the matter seemed to be for- 
gotten. 
Again Kin-iik came home with a tale of having killed a companion. 
After this every few days he would quarrel with someone and end by 
killing him; at last he had killed so many people that his mother 
refused to permit him to live with her any longer. He seemed greatly 
surprised at this, saying, “‘Are you not my mother? How is it that 
you can thus treat me?” 
“Yes,” she replied, ‘I am your mother, but your evil temper has 
ended in killing or driving away all our friends. Everyone hates and 
fears you, and soon no one will be left living in the village except old 
women and children. Go away; leave this place, for it will be better 
for all of us.” 
Kin-iik made no reply, but for some time he hunted continually until 
he had filled his mother’s storehouse with food and skins. Then he 
went to her, saying, ‘‘Now that I have provided you with food and 
skins, as was my duty, I am ready to leave,” and he went forth. 
By chance he took the same road his mother had traveled during 
her flight, and came at last to the giant’s head. When the giant 
understood that he was the son of the woman who had been there he 
permitted the young man to stay on his face, but told him never to 
come about his lips, for if he ventured there evil would befall him. 
For some time Kin-ik lived there quietly, but at last made up his 
mind to go upon the giant’s lip and see what was there. After a great 
deal of hard work in getting through the tangled thicket of beard on 
the giant’s chin he reached the mouth. The moment he stepped upon 
the lips and approached the opening between them a mighty blast of 
wind swept forth and he was hurled into the air and never seen again. 
The giant still lives in the north, although no one has ever been to 
him since that day; but whenever he breathes the fierce snow-drifting 
north winds of winter make his existence known. 
