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ter go liome." added Doonongaes. The two men said, " Thank you for 

 cur freedom : we are at liberty now to go where we please." " I should 

 like to take a smoke," said Doonongaes; "I used to have a pouch,-" 

 but I do not know now where it is."' " Well," said Ilatkwisdowanen, 

 " when you died two men were sent to your lodge to get your pouch. 

 I think that the chief, Hagondowanen,--" has it now." " I will be at 

 his place tomorrow," replied Doonongaes. " We are going to have a 

 great time at Broken Land. Will you not be there < " "It may be 

 that I shall, if I do not get killed. I suppose my wife is enraged be- 

 cause I have been away so long," answered Hatkwisdowanen. 



Hatkwisdowanen and his friend now started for home, while 

 Doonongaes and Tsodi()gwadon went on eastward. At nightfall the 

 latter came to a lodge, within which they heard some one singing, 

 Onen gagiregon sau-at/ii/on henhjon ganyohp'^ " AVhy does that old 

 woman sing so? " asked Doonongaes. " Let us run through this hut," 

 he added. "Oh, pshaw!" answered Tsodiqgwadon; "what is the 

 use of chasing people all the time? " " I will tell you why I like to 

 do it," answered Doonongaes. "All people get angry when they see 

 me and try to kill me, so now I am going to kill all the people T 

 can." Tsodiqgwadon remained outside while Doonongaes went into 

 the lodge, crying out, " Now I have come back." The old woman, 

 whose name was Gonyahsgweont --- and who belonged to the Nos- 

 gwais--^ people, raising her head, said, "It seems as if some game 

 creature was talking in my lodge." Looking around and seeing Doon- 

 ongaes, she said: "What are you doing in here? There is no use 

 troubling me, for I have never chased you." She knew he was S'ho- 

 dieonskon, and that he always chased and killed people. She began to 

 beg, but, going behind her. he held her by the shoulders when she tried 

 to turn around. Then catching her by the feet, he pulled her out of 

 the lodge. " Do not make sport of and trouble me," cried the old 

 woman; "I am poor, but I have never harmed anyone." " Why do 

 you sing in that way, then?" asked Doonongaes; "I thought you 

 was the woman who killed all kinds of game." " I was feeling 

 happy, that is why I sang," answered the old woman. At this 

 Tsodiqgwadon said, " You would better let that old woman alone." 



So Doonongaes left the old woman and the two went on. AVhen 

 they met people they changed themselves to resemble those people. 

 They were magically the most powerful persons living. Tsodiqgwa- 

 don was greatly su]5erior to his friend in this respect, possessing the 

 greatest orenda in this world. All were afraid of him because he 

 could do anything he liked. All at once Doonongaes said: " My neck 

 feels bad. It has been sore for a long time." " When did it become 

 sore?" asked Tsodiqgwadon. Then Doonongaes told about the two 

 old sisters Gwidogwido. and said that ever since he had lifted and 

 carried awav their lodge his neck had troubled him. " You must 



