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party gone, and the canoe was out of sight. Then she called her dogs, 
which for some time sniffed about seaward, and at last indicated the direc- 
tion Paowa had taken. Now she girded up her breath; put some kura, 
which contained great power of witchcraft, under both of her armpits, and 
then dived into the sea. By virtue of the kura she was enabled to shoot 
along under the water to a great distance with great speed. She bobbed up 
her head and saw the canoe, but a great way ahead of her. Again she 
dived, and shot along a great distance ; she bobbed up her head again, and 
found that she had gained considerably on the canoe. When next she 
dived and came up again, she was so near that she was perceived by Paowa 
and his crew. They paddled with all their might; but soon came to the 
conclusion that escape by sea was impossible. So Paowa made for the 
shore, jumped out, and sent the canoe on with the crew. He took refuge 
in a cave, pursued by the witch; but the latter found on her arrival 
the entrance already barricaded by Paowa. She sat down and scratched 
at the stones. Paowa made a fire in the cave and heated some 
stones. At the same time he roasted also a piece of nice food, and 
then asked: ‘‘ Well, old woman; how are you?” ‘I am here,’ she 
answered. ‘* There is a morsel of food for you,” said Paowa, handing 
her a nice bit between the stones. She took it, and having eaten it, she 
said, “‘ Well, my grandson, that was a nice morsel.” ‘You shall have 
more,” said Paowa, “just shut your eyes and open your mouth.” She did 
so, and then Paowa pushed a red-hot stone down her throat, upon which 
she fell down and died. Then Paowa went out, and when he touched her 
body there were flashes of lightning from under the armpits. Then he 
found that there she had hid her kura, and he took it all away. 
Paowa was now provided with excellent powers of witchcraft, but he 
was in difficulties how to get home, his canoe was gone, and there being no 
way over land. However, he must manage by witchcraft. So he got into 
a log of wood, rolled into the sea, and let the wind drive him home. 
The canoe had reached safely home, but the men, making quite sure 
that Paowa had been killed by the witch, told the people that he was dead. 
_Then a time of great mourning was agreed upon. The people came together ; 
some cried, while others cooked, and some others carried firewood. When 
the latter were busy collecting firewood near the sea, Paowa’s log of wood 
was washed on the shore near them. They rolled it up on high and dry 
ground, but found it too heavy and too wet to carry it home; so they left it 
there ; they did not know that there was a man inside. When they were 
gone, Paowa came out, went away and hid his kura, which contained such 
wonderful virtue of charms. Then he disguised himself, so that he looked 
like a mean old man, and then he went into the village, and sat down 
