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The youth really slew it. He took its head. He took it home with 
him. He outdistanced the old man; he walked along on the surface of 
the water. When the old man went home, there he saw the bear’s head 
hanging over the doorway; the old man bewailed his dream guardian who 
had been slain. 
Presently, as they dwelt there, the youth spoke thus: “I wonder 
where I can get pretty feathers to make my arrows?” 
“Over yonder amid the rocky cliffs, there the feathers are very fine. 
I shall take him there,” said the old man. 
Really, he led him off, to go there. And so he brought him there 
where the Thunderers had their nests. 
“Come, my dream guardians, I feed you this man!” he said to them. 
With that he turned to go home. Again, he killed all those Thun- 
derers. 
Once more, “I wonder where I can get a good osier to make my bow?” 
Then again, the old man: “I shall take him where the willows are 
good.” 
Really, he took him there. 
Again, “Come, my dream guardian, this one I feed to you!” he said 
to a Great Serpent. 
And again, the youth slew the Great Serpent to whom he was being 
fed. He took home its head. Again the old man was the second to arrive. 
He grieved over this dream spirit, too. 
“Great Serpent, my dream guardian!” he cried. 
Then he did not know how he could freeze him to death, to kill him, 
but by freezing him. 
So he said, “Let us hunt, my nephew!” he said to him. 
Accordingly, they went hunting. At nightfall, no sooner, they killed 
a moose. 
“Pshaw! We shall have to sleep out! We are soaked through to the 
bone!” 
It was a warm-weather snowstorm. 
“Let us dry our clothes,” he said to him. 
So they dried them, feeding up a huge fire in a cedar-grove. As soon 
as he knew that his son-in-law slept, he took the latter’s clothes from where 
he had hung them. He burned them all. 
“What is that burning? Your clothes have burned up!” 
“Hah, of course, for you are trying to kill me! — So then I shall turn 
into a moose!” said the youth. 
As the old man went away, he called the Cold. And really, it grew 
very cold. For he had called it. Then that youth went home. He out- 
distanced his uncle; he was in the form of a moose, as he went home. 
Then, “Why thus?” his wife asked him. 
“Because your father is trying to kill me, he burned up all my clothes.” 
When the old man arrived, his son-in-law sat there. His daughter 
upbraided him. 
“Why now did you burn up your nephew’s clothes?” his daughter 
asked him. 
“Oh dear, because I was walking in my sleep,” said the old man. 
“Let me try once more!” thought the old man. “My son-in-law, let 
us hunt!” he said to him. 
Accordingly, they went hunting. 
