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“We shall not be able to go home!” he said to him, again. 
Not before nightfall they killed a moose. 
“Let us camp,” said the old man; “We shall dry our clothes,” for, 
“In spite of all, I shall try to kill him this way,” thought the old man. 
Then, after feeding up a fire, they hung up their clothes. As soon 
as the other slept, the youth took down all of his own garments. He put 
them down where he slept. Then the old man got up. He squinted from 
under his eyelids, pretending to walk in his sleep. The old man himself 
burned up all his own clothes. 
“What is that burning?” he asked him. 
“Here are my clothes, lying here,” said the youth; “I daresay it is 
your own clothes you have put in the fire,” he said to the old man; “But 
seeing that you did it to me, I too shall now leave you, as you left me.” 
“Very well! I suppose I shall then turn into a moose!” said the old 
man. 
But he did not succeed in turning into a moose. Wisahketchahk 
called the Cold. He killed the old man. 
Of course the old woman now was very angry, when her husband 
had been killed. 
“We shall fight!” she said to her son-in-law; “With this pounding- 
stone four times I shall threaten you; then I shall strike you!” said the 
old woman. 
When for the fourth time she held it over Napiw as if to strike, he took 
it; he smashed her head with it. He killed her too. 
Thereupon that other young woman, her, too, he killed. So he killed 
them all. Of course Wisahketchahk and the other stayed there. 
Then he set out, for he heard that his little brother who had turned 
into a wolf had been slain by the various Great Panthers and Great Ser- 
pents that dwell under water. He was very angry. 
“I wonder what I shall do to go under the water!” 
When he saw, as he always looked into the waters, his little brother, 
where he had been slain by them all, hanging over the doorway of the 
Chief Fish, he was filled with grief and hate. Presently he went there; he 
went and shot with an arrow that Chief Fish. Then he wandered about. 
Presently he saw a frog. 
“What is your errand?” he asked it. 
“Why, I am going to doctor by breathing,” said the frog. 
“What do you do, when you are breath-doctoring?” asked Wisah- 
ketchahk. 
When it told him, he killed it. He turned himself into its form; he 
made himself to be a frog. He went to where they kept the Red Wolfskin. 
As soon as he entered, “Make way for this person! This is the one 
who has come to cure him whom Wisahketchahk has shot with an arrow,” 
was said of him. 
Accordingly, they made way for him. When he was treating him 
whom he had come to tend, then, truly, with a vim he thrust in that 
arrow. 
“What is that about a frog would be breathing on wounds! Rather, 
you have angered me much by killing my little brother!” cried Wisahket- 
chahk. 
Then he fled. 
