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When the Rolling Skull saw him, it said, “Take me across, too!” it 
said to him. 
“But do not be impatient” he told it. 
So he carried it across. It rode on his back. 
Just when they were in the middle of the stream, “Great Serpent, 
you are going altogether too slowly!” said that woman. 
Then he threw her into the water. 
“ ‘Sturgeon’ will be your name!” he told that Rolling Head. 
Then those boys wandered about, suffering many hardships. That 
boy was Wisahketchahk in his childhood. 
Then they departed from there, he with his little brother. He made 
a ball for him to play with. 
Then at one time, as they were walking by the river, the elder boy 
was told, “Come here!” by an old man in a canoe. WTien he stepped into 
the canoe, this person carried him off. They left the smaller boy behind. 
Then as he began to weep, “Big brother, now I shall have to turn 
into a wolf!” cried that little boy, the younger one. 
Thus only Wisahketchahk was taken, and the old man brought him 
over yonder to his dwelling. He put him under his canoe as he tipped it 
on the beach; he did not even care to take him home. The old man went 
to his abode, to his two daughters. 
“My children, I have brought someone for you to marry,” he said; 
“Go look at him,” he said. 
The older girl went out of the tent and looked at him. Wliy, he was 
very ugly! 
“I cannot marry a child!” she said of him. 
“Oh, he is handsome enough. Perhaps it is only because he has been 
weeping too much,” he said. 
Then the younger sister went there. This young woman brought the 
lad home, after washing his face. She took care of him; she really took 
him for her husband. The elder sister disliked him, and all the more so 
as the child wantonly played tricks, 
On the fourth night, however, he said to them, “Do you build a lodge 
for the steam-bath; I shall make my body,” he said. 
Accordingly a sweat-lodge was built for him, and he made his body. 
Then he was very handsome, when he had made himself over. Then she 
who had disliked him conceived a passion for him. But even though she 
plied him with speech, he did not care to have her so much as speak to 
him. Then the old man was urged by that elder daughter of his to try 
and kill him. 
And really, “Yes, I shall try to kill him,” said the old man. 
“I wonder where I can get good little arrow-sticks?” said the youth. 
Then, “I shall take my son-in-law to such a place,” said the old man. 
And so he took him to an island. 
Thus spoke the old man: “My dream guardian, I feed you this man!” 
he said. 
Hardly had the youth gone into the brush, when out came a bear at 
him, one of those who are white. 
“ ‘I shall kill him,’ is that what you are thinking?” said he; “You 
cannot kill me,” he said; “For I, too, have you as my dream spirit,” he 
said. 
