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" Come, let us take bis canoe and go quickly." So tlie.v ran and jumiied 

 into the canoe and went oft', but the man saw them and ran, throwing 

 a hook which caught the canoe, but as he was pulling it ashore the 

 boy took a stone from the bottom of the canoe and broke the hook. 

 Then they proceeded again very fast. Then the enraged man resorted 

 to another expedient : Laying himself down upon the shore he began to 

 drink the water from the lake, which caused the boat to return very 

 fast. The man continued to drink, until he grew '.-ery big with so much 

 water in him. The boy took another stone and threw it and bit the 

 man so it killed him, and the water ran back into the lake. When they 

 saw that he was dead they -went back, and the boy said to the two dogs, 

 "You bad dogs, no one will have you now ; You mu&t go into the woods 

 and be wolves"; and they started for the woods and became wolves. 



Then the boy and his sister went to the island. The boy went to the 

 skeleton, which said, " You are a very smart boy to have recovered your 

 sister — bring her to me." This the boy did, and the skeleton continued, 

 " Kow, gather up all the bones you see and i^ut them in a pile ; then push 

 the largest tree you see and say, 'All dead folks arise'; and they will all 

 arise." The boy did so, and all the dead arose, some having but one arm, 

 some with but one leg, but all had their bows and arrows. 



The boy then said to his sister, "Come, let's go home." When they 

 arrived home they found their own uncle; he looked very old. For 

 ten years he had cried and put ashes upon bis head for his little nephew, 

 but now be was very happy to think he bad returned. 



The boy then told the old man all that he had done, who said, 

 "Let us build a long bouse." And they did so, and put in six fire-places. 

 Then the boy went back to the island for his people and brought them 

 to the house, where they lived peacefully' many years. 



THE HU.rrER AND HIS DEAD WIFE. 



Once upon a time there was a man and his wife who lived in the 

 forest, very far from the rest of the tribe. They used to go bunting to- 

 gether very often, but after a time there were so many things for the 

 •wife to do that she staid at home and he went alone. When he went 

 alone be never bad good luck. One day the woman was taken sick, 

 and in a day or two she died. The man felt very badly and buried her 

 in the cabin. He was very lonesome ; and after a day or two be made 

 a wooden doll about her size and dressed it in the clothes she used to 

 wear. Then he put it down in front of the fire-place and felt better. 

 Then be went hunting; and when he came back he would go up to the 

 doll and brush the ashes oft" from the face, for as the wood fell down the 

 ashes would rattle onto the face. He had to do his cooking, mending, 

 and making fire, for now there was no one to help him ; and so a year 



