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dkusi tsimahdw oh dskanah dtiskwdsiniyit. 
“ udpahwdhkan, ntdskan ! niimh-sipwdhtdn. wdpum awa wdkayds I 
' — misawdts kika-wdpahuk. dkusi kika-nipahik, may aw waskawiyani ! ” 
dkusi tsimahdw dkutah, nakatdw ; sipwdhtdw, 
dh-kih-pipuniyik ,klhtwdm dh-nlpiniyik, “ rnahtih nka-niawdpamdw 
ni^m, ” itdyihtam. 
ituhtdw : amn ohi I kl-sdkwahkatusuyiwa ohi wakayosah. 
“ heh ! dkusi kd-klh-ititdn : misawdts ki-waskawiyin, sdmdk ka-Jdh- 
nipahikuh awa nitdskan ! ” 
dkusi dkuyikuhk dskwdk dtayohkdwin. 
Once upon a time Wisahketchahk thought, “Well, suppose I make 
some arrows; sometime something or other will drive me to close quarters.” 
He prepared a saskatoon willow; he made some arrows. 
“I ought to put something sharp on here,” he thought. 
Presently he found a stick of wood, like this faggot here. He made 
flat slivers of wood; he put them as tips on many arrows. 
“There!” he thought; “With these I shall kill game and have some- 
thing to eat,” he thought; “Why, to be the better prepared, I shall make 
also a spear; this too I shall make,” he said. 
When he had finished it, “Why, I shall make a broad-bladed knife, 
too; for this piece of wood is very good to make it of,” he thought. 
He made a knife, a broad-bladed knife. 
Then, when he looked upon his weapons, “I just wish ho — -I just wish 
someone would attack me!” he thought; “For my weapons are very good; 
I shan’t be afraid of anything,” he thought. 
When he had finished them, he started out. At the other side of a 
ravine he saw a bear. Ha, he knew him for an ugly customer. 
“Ho, I shall make him angry by calling to him; then I shall kill him; 
I shall eat him,” he thought. 
Then he called to him, “Who is that creature over there?” he shouted, 
“That white-rumped one!” 
When the bear heard that, he was angered. 
“Let me see from where this shouting comes!” he thought. 
He saw no one. Wisahketchahk was hiding. When the other was 
back at his digging, he thought, “Let me try and see him who is saying 
this to me.” Then down underneath there, he did like this, as he dug 
his pit; from here he looked forth. Sure enough, there he was, sticking 
out his head. Already the other saw him. 
“Who is that white-rump over there? Pshaw!” he called to him. 
Well, he saw a man; he made for him. Then that Wisahketchahk 
pulled round his quiver by the strap. When the other came to a halt 
close by, he shot an arrow at him. That stick of wood fell broken as it 
struck. Soon he used up all his arrows. 
“Yes, yes, if I were the kind of person who carries only one weapon, 
you would be the finish of me!” he called to him. 
He took his spear; he jabbed at him. 
When the bear was hit with the spear, “Mum!” he went. 
It broke as he pushed it home. 
“If I were the kind of person who carries only one weapon, you would 
be the finish of me!” he told him. 
