i^Ew'-i^r] FICTION 165 



Then, the little boy going down into the ground, went forward 

 until he was directly under the tree in which the porcupine lived. 

 Putting his head and arms out of the ground, and taking aim. he 

 sent an arrow into the porcupine's body. It moved a little. Then 

 he sent another and still another arrow in quick succession. Feeling 

 something hit him. the porcupine, raising his quills, shot them in 

 every direction. To avoid them the boy hid under the ground. Then 

 the porcupine groaned and, rolling from the tree, fell to the ground 

 dead. Thereupon all the Hinon with the old man came up. Cutting 

 open the great porcupine, which was very fat. they took out his en- 

 trails, and then dragged his body home; they saved his quills and ate 

 his flesh. All wondered at the orenda of the little boy. 



Old Hinon was delighted. "Now," said he, "we have another 

 enemy — a great and terrible sunfish, which lives in our river here and 

 which lets no one come near for water; he devours everything, and 

 he even springs up out of the water and catches birds as they fly over 

 the river. The little boy said. "I can kill him without trouble, for 

 he is in the water."' 



The next day the Hinon and the old man went near enough to show 

 him where the sunfish lived. The trunk of a great tree had fallen 

 into the river, and it was under this that the sunfish used to lie in 

 wait. He was in his lurking place when they arrived there. The 

 little fellow at once saw him; he shot his arrow straight into the 

 heart of the sunfish. which came to the surface and died. Springing 

 into the water, the whole party of Hinon pulled the sunfish to land 

 and dragged him off to the lodge of old Hinon, who was overjoyed 

 at seeing his second enemy dead. " He is good eating," said old 

 Hinon, and they fea.sted on him that day. 



The third day old Hinon said : " Now comes the turn of our last 

 enemy. Every other day there flies past here an enormous butter- 

 fly, as big as a cloud. He brings sickness, and many of our people 

 die because of him. If we could kill this butterfly, we should have 

 good health and very few of us would die. He pusses over here from 

 the west early in the morning and goes back in the evening. Wher- 

 ever he goes he carries sickness. He will come tomorrow morning." 



The next morning very early they went out in the high grass, 

 where they waited. Soon the great butterfly appeared, flying toward 

 them. He was almost over the place where they were concealed when 

 the little boy, drawing his bow, let an arrow fly. This struck the 

 butterfly, whereupon the hind part of his body immediately 

 dropped, hanging toward the ground. All expected to see him fall. 

 Instead of that he turned and flew back slowly in the direction from 

 which he came. Hinon said: " I am very glad. I do not think that 

 he will come again to this place. Our last enemy is destroyed." 



