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He made a stab at him with that flat knife which he had made out of 
a piece of wood; it broke lengthwise under the impact. 
At this, he grew afraid of the other, thinking, “He is supernatural!’^ 
“He will kill me!” he thought; “I had better run away,” and he headed in 
panic for the woods. 
The other was close at his heels, with gaping jaws. Whenever he 
glanced back, the other was close upon him. He fled to where some willows 
stood in a clump. The bear just missed as he jumped. Wisahketchahk 
dashed round the trees. All day long the other chased him round and 
round. Presently, whenever they were out of breath, they would stand 
facing each other, at either side. Then at one time, he saw a horn from over 
which he had kicked loose the ground as he ran by. He stopped. The bear 
always made a detour round it, taking a crooked course for no evident 
reason. 
“Plainly this bear is afraid of it,” thought Wisahketchahk. 
He was badly out of breath. The bear, too, was out of breath. Wisah- 
ketchahk tried kicking that horn, which was an object of fear. At last 
he knocked it loose with his foot, as he passed. 
When the other with plain intent made a circuit round it, “He is 
afraid of it!” thought Wisahketchahk. 
He seized that horn, 
“Plainly he fears it!” he thought. 
He tried holding it on his head and saying “Hwoo!” to the bear, and 
there, the latter jumped off at an angle. 
W^hen he thought of the other, “Suppose I go for him! He is tired!” 
he attacked him; the other ran away. 
AVhenever the bear glanced back, he was close upon him, saying, 
“Hwoo!” 
So he tried to run faster and faster. At last Wisahketchahk saw the 
foam dripping from the bear’s mouth. 
At last the bear thought, “Well, he might as well toss me on his horn!” 
And the bear threw himself flat on the ground. He sat down facing 
him, holding out the horn at him, like this, while the other was ‘almost 
dead, puffing for want of breath, and every time the other looked at him, 
he thireatened him, going, “Hwoo!” 
“Plainly he is afraid of it!” he thought; “He will never get up, if I 
leave this horn of mine here,” he thought. 
“Now then, bear! You think a great deal of yourself, when you drive 
a man to close quarters. But I, too, have something with which I can 
kill you.” 
The bear had his mouth gaping, and the horn was stuck out at him 
till it touched his teeth. 
“Those teeth of yours are very short!” Wisahketchahk told him. 
“Now, my Horn, be ready to toss this stubby-tooth bear! Toss him 
as soon as he stirs from this spot. Watch his slightest move. He has 
delayed me for no reason; I was going visiting! Look sharp, my Horn; 
you understand what I say! Be ready to toss him!” 
With that, he stuck the horn upright in the ground toward the bear’s 
head, as he was lying. 
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