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Doonongaes had a servant, Skahnowa/^^ who lived at the other end 

 of Ganyodaes, which was so long that one end of it could not be 

 seen from the other. Skahnowa's work was to patrol the lake and 

 keep off intruders. One morning early he jumped up, saying, "I 

 must be on my rounds, for if I do not I shall be punished." So he 

 hurried along the shore ; soon he saw some one with a pole, evidently 

 fishing. 8kahnowa approached and, seeing him eating a fish, he 

 asked, "' What are you doing here ? " " Oh ! there is a great deal of 

 fungus ^^* growing on the hickory trees here," replied the intruder. 

 " If you are getting fungus from the trees, why do you go to the 

 water?" asked Skahnowa. " You see," said the man, who was Djid- 

 jogwen,^^' " the fungus is sandy and I go to the lake to wash it." 

 " Well," said Skahnowa : " I think you have stolen something, and you 

 better give up one of your own people as a gift in payment ^'"' for 

 what you have taken. The owner of this lake will come soon and 

 he will settle with you. I am going on." Djidjogwen stood on the 

 bank and kept thinking: " Can this be true? It is very strange if it 

 be true that one person owns this lake." Going to his master, Skah- 

 nowa said : " I have news for you. There is a man yonder at Dedio- 

 steniagon '*' who is getting fish out of the water very fast." " I 

 will stop him. I like to amuse myself in this way," said Doonongaes, 

 who got his kettle ready at once and,, taking his club, started for 

 the place. 



Skahnowa continued his journey around the lake. When Doonon- 

 gaes came in sight of Dediosteniagon, looking around carefully, he 

 saw a man "^ some distance off. " Oh ! that is the one," thought he, 

 and diving under the water he came out right in front of Djidjogwen, 

 who had pulled out a great fish a moment before. " What are you 

 doing?" asked Doonongaes. "What business have you to meddle 

 with my game animals?" "Oh! you are mistaken. I am not med- 

 dling with them. I am merely eating the fungus "'' that grows around 

 here," replied Djidjogwen. "Then how came that fish here? " asked 

 Doonongaes. "As I stood here a small bird flew along above the 

 water, and a fish, leaping up to catch the bird, perhaps, jumped out 

 here on the shore," said Djidjogwen. "Oh! that is not true; I will 

 punish you," snapped Doonongaes. Djidjogwen started to run. 

 Doonongaes followed and, striking him on the head with his club, 

 killed him, remarking, " That is the way I treat intruders on Ganyo- 

 daes." He then threw the body of the dead man over his shoulder 

 and, after reaching home, cooked his flesh. When the flesh was cool 

 he ate the meat, which he enjoyed much, and thanked Skahnowa for 

 what he had done. 



One morning Doonongaes said to his servant: "I am going on a 

 long journey, and I want you to be faithful in the performance of 

 your duty. If you find a trespasser, kill and eat him." " Very well," 

 replied Skahnowa, " it shall be done as you say." 



