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He ran back; he came to the place; he took it. 
“I have come to get my blanket here,” he said. 
“Dear me, but now this fellow to whom I had given my blanket will 
come and chase me!" he said, speaking of that stone. 
He kept looking behind him. And soon, there, that stone began to 
move and roll toward him. It went for him, rolling along, like this. 
“Dear me, he runs fast, this fellow!" he said of it; “It’s a close shave, 
this!" 
At last it was near; he ran hard. It was hot weather; soon he was 
tired. He ran up a hill. 
“Let’s hope that he won't be able to come up the hill, this dangerous 
person to whom I lent my blanket!" 
Truly, it went fast. There was nothing to do but flee. 
He fled to a wooded place, “Let’s hope that dangerous character will 
be blocked!” he said. 
But when that stone reached the wooded place, it knocked over one 
tree after another. By this time Wisahketchahk was thoroughly frightened ; 
he ran with all his might. 
“And there is no one I can flee to, for my father died long ago,” he 
said; “There isn’t anyone could help me," he said. 
He fled into the open country. He was very tired. 
“There is no escape; he will kill me, that’s all,” he thought, and flung 
himself down. 
The stone came down on his foot and held him fast. 
“Farther up this way, brother!" he said to it. 
It moved farther up, onto his leg; it held him fast with its weight. 
“Farther up this way, brother!" 
“No!" it answered him; “If I sit down anywhere, I never change 
my seat,” it answered him. 
So now he could not get himself free, and whenever any creature, even 
a worm or a beetle, went by, “Try and get me free, little brother!” he 
would say to it, but “No! I am afraid of him!" it would answer him. 
“Little brother, please take pity on me!” 
“No! I fear him too much!" he was told; “Let him stay where he is, 
when he takes his seat anywhere," those different creatures said to him. 
Then at one time the mosquito-hawk gave a long, repeated cry; when 
it cried, the stone moved with a jerk. 
“Hoho, plainly this stone fears this one creature," he thought; “Little 
brother, come here!" 
“Hah, big brother, I wonder what you will be doing to me this time!" 
“No, truly, little brother! Try to get me free; this stone is killing me 
with its weight. I will make you beautiful, if you move this stone away." 
“Very well; but do not lie; I surely much want to be beautiful, big 
brother,” the mosquito-hawk answered him. 
Then the mosquito-hawk soared up into the air; from there it came 
attacking that stone; The stone split. Even yet 
Wisahketchahk could not get himself free. 
“Little brother, keep at it! Do try to get me free! I will make you 
handsome; I will deck you out.” 
“Very well, big brother; I am very eager to be beautiful; I am too 
drab of colour,” it answered him. 
