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“How has this happened, little sister?” he asked her. 
Said the girl, “Because our sister has killed all in the place. She has 
exterminated the people. Only our father is alive,” said the girl. 
The man was deeply shocked. 
“And she has not been overcome, even by shooting,” said the girl. 
Then, “What shall I be able to do?” thought the man. 
“It seems that the only way is for you to ask her where is her mortal 
spot. Ask her. ‘Surely someone has put you up to this!’ she will say to 
you. ‘No! It is only that you are so greatly endowed with supernatural 
power, that you cannot be killed,’ you will say to her.” 
Accordingly the girl went home. Her brother killed two rabbits for 
her. 
She spoke thus: “Father,” she said to her father, “I have seen my 
brother; he it was killed these for me. ‘Ask her in what spot a wound 
would cause her death,’ he says.” 
Then truly, as soon as that other had arrived, that woman was wounded 
all over her body. Then accordingly, they asked her. 
“Why do you want to know? Is it not perhaps that your son who 
visited here wants to kill me?” said the woman. 
“Oh, no, my daughter! Because I thought of you, ‘Doubtless she is 
greatly endowed with spirit power,’ is why I wish to know in what part 
you have your vital spot.” 
“Ho, father, I do know that you are asking me because an attempt is 
to be made against my life!” said the woman; “It is in the middle of my 
foot.” 
Then, as soon as she had departed, the young man came to see his 
father and mother. 
“Ha, ‘At the sole of my foot is my vital spot; that is why no one can 
kill me,’ she says.” 
Then the young man said, “Point the ends of some sticks. Then you 
will stick them upright in the ground everywhere. Then she will prick 
herself on them. That is the way we shall kill her,” said the young man. 
As soon as she had gone away, they stuck the little slivers everywhere 
into the ground. 
And so, when she came and told them, “Give me to eat!” at once they 
began to revile her. 
“Surely someone has told you to do this, that you all insult me!” said 
the woman. 
“Yes; my brother has been here,” said the little girl. 
And then with a burning brand she struck the woman, her sister. 
Then at once, they fled out of the lodge. Then the woman seized her 
mystic dress, the bearskin robe which she always took when she was about 
to kill. As soon as the woman dashed along, changing, as always, her 
bodily form, at once she ran a sliver into her sole. She fell to the ground. 
And so there that woman was slain who had killed so many people. 
