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went in. " Well, nephew," said the old man, " I am glad to see you. 

 I have been expecting you for a long time." " Well, I have come. 

 What do you want?" said Doonongaes. "Oh! you and I will fight 

 against each other," replied the old man. " That suits me exactly," 

 answered Doonongaes ; " it is the very game I amuse myself with." 

 " We will wait until noon tomorrow, when the fight will begin ; you 

 can stay here with me until then," said the old man. This old man 

 was the grandfather of the two women who were trying to escape. 

 His name was Gwidogwido. The next day the old man said, " Now, 

 let us go." They went through the woods until they came to an open- 

 ing, whereupon the old man said, " Here is where I always fight." 

 Seeing the ground was covered with bones, Doonongaes became 

 greatly frightened and asked, " Is there not some way to annul our 

 pact, for I want to continue my journey?" "No," replied the old 

 man, " we have agreed to it." " What would happen if I should 

 refuse to play ? " said Doonongaes. " Well, if you do not want to 

 fight, give yourself up to me, and I will do what I like with you," 

 answered the old man. " If I do that I suppose you will kill me; so 

 we may as well fight," replied Doonongaes. 



Thereupon the fight began. Doonongaes had a basswood club, 

 while the old man had a mallet. As they fought they moved around 

 the opening until they came to the farther end, striking at each 

 other all the time. At the end of the clearing they began to tear up 

 trees, which they hurled at one another. They opened a broad road 

 through the forest, uprooting the trees as they fought. They ad- 

 vanced until they came to another clearing, at the farther end of 

 which they saw a village. Doonongaes now got another basswood 

 club, for they had thrown away their weapons when they began to 

 hurl trees. The old man had to defend himself with his hands and 

 arms until they reached the village. There he picked up a lodge, 

 which he threw at Doonongaes, whereupon Doonongaes threw an- 

 other lodge at the old man. Thus they continued throwing lodges 

 as they went along, until a great cry was raised by the people as they 

 saw their lodges smashed on the heads of the combatants, and so all 

 attacked the two men. 



The people of the village were Djihonsdonqgwen '*^ people, who 

 were great fighters. They determined to punish the two men, so with 

 their flint knives they killed the old man Owiddgwido, but Doonon- 

 gaes ran out of sight, shouting, " I have always said that nobody 

 could conquer me." He added : " It seems to me that there is some- 

 thing in my neck. Can it be that a limb fell on it, and a splinter 

 stuck into my neck ? " 



Doonongaes went on until he came to a new lodge. " Perhaps," 

 thought he, " another uncle of mine lives here. I will have a look." 

 Peeping through a crack, he saw two little boys playing with a 



