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out in the middle of the lake, there it came bobbing forth. Again it dived, 
and back here, whence it first had dived, he rose to his feet in human form. 
Then, when Silly-Fellow’s father leaped forth, there, a mink was 
diving where the otter had dived in. Where the other had come to the 
surface, there Silly-Fellow’s father came up. Then, again, where the other 
had dived in, Silly-Fellow’s father rose to his feet. 
Silly-Fellow began to cheer, crying, “They are done for!” 
“No! You have been defeated. If your father had broken through 
the ice, no matter where, then we could have cried, ‘They are done for!’ ” 
he was told; “But he has merely followed the other’s lead,” he was told. 
The second contestant of the other side was speckled all over his 
body. He threw himself to the ground, and there was a muskalonge 
flopping about. It did not even touch the ice as it went. Then, when it 
came forth yonder at the centre of the expanse, from there came walking 
in human form that man who had been a fish. 
Then Little Snow-Dart chanted, pounding with his snow-dart as though 
on a drum. 
“The otter is beaten!” 
As he sang, he threw himself to the ground : a beaver. He turned into 
a beaver. Whenever he struck the ice, everywhere crashing it would 
break. 
He walked in different crosswise ways, singing, and, “First I am a 
beaver!” were his words. 
He dived. Suddenly over yonder, in the middle of the -lake, the ice 
stood pell-mell on end, as he flung it aside in emerging. 
At this, Silly-Fellow cheered wildly, and laid hold of his knobbed war- 
club. They saw beyond doubt that they were defeated. Oh, Little Snow- 
Dart had defeated the opponent. 
That evening Silly-Fellow’s father was enviously hated. 
“Let the number be sixty tomorrow. ‘Let the contestants be in pairs/ 
says he,” he was told. 
“Say, ‘Yes,’ little brother,” said he. 
Then, early in the morning, “What kind of contest is it, big brother,” 
he asked him. 
“One withy is to be shot. In this we are always defeated at once,” 
said Silly-Fellow. 
In the morning they went there. Really, there were a hundred and 
twenty men there. 
“Now let him who shoots first miss the mark by two fingers!” said 
Little Snow-Dart. 
Really, by even that much the other missed the mark. 
Then, when his father shot, “Close to two fingers, by a tiny bit more, 
let this one miss it!” he said of his father. 
Truly, already Silly-Fellow’s side were being whooped at. Then the 
second opponent shot at it; he too almost hit it. 
Then he flung his snow-dart at it. At once it went speeding in every 
direction through the air. At last it whirled round. Lo and behold, his 
snow-dart made straight for the mark; he struck it square. Down fell 
the snow-dart, and wildly whooped Silly-Fellow, as he began to club, one 
after the other, those who had been set as stakes. 
