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Presently, “Come, my hat, warm me!" he said to the very large 
rabbit. 
Very soon the rabbit was overcome by the cold. He took him up; 
he kept breathing on him. 
“ ‘Warm me!' I told you.” 
Again very quickly it was overcome by the cold. Again he took it up. 
Presently again it fell to the ground for cold. This time he did not take it 
up; he took his other hat. 
“Come, my grandfather, beat out the walls of the house!” he told it. 
Then that raven croaked, as it beat the wooden house that was covered 
all over with ice. Quickly the raven was overcome by cold. 
“No doubt I shall freeze to death,” thought the youth. 
So now he needs took one of his darts, when that raven had succumbed 
to the cold. He took one of his darts, and threw it at the fire. There was 
a big fire. That dart blazed high. Quickly the flame subsided. The raven 
lay there, overcome by cold. Then he took another of his darts; again he 
threw his dart at it; this one, too, blazed up. He held the raven over the 
fire. It was near dawn. Again the fire went out. He took another; 
again he threw a dart at the fire; his dart made a great blaze. Presently 
it ceased to flame. When it was about to go out, he took his tobacco- 
pouch made of a partridge; he threw it down. 
“Beat the walls of the house, my tobacco-pouch!” he said to it. 
He took up his hat. He breathed on it; there, the raven was alive. 
He took up the rabbit; he breathed on it; lo, it lived. 
Then to the partridge he said, “Beat out the house!” 
Then soon that partridge set out, indoors there, doing like this, crying 
“Summer! Summer! Summer!” crying it incessantly; and at the same 
time the raven croaked without ceasing, and the rabbit threw itself down 
here, there, and everywhere. 
Before his dart ceased to flame, “A while longer let this my dart blaze 
high! My grandfather, I have come to the end of my darts!” he said. 
It was that far-off grandfather of his who had cared for him, whom 
he addressed. Then, at once, there was no more snow within the house; 
the fire blazed higher. Then that partridge flew everywhere inside there, 
creating summer, calling for leaves, and serving its grandchild. Then when 
dawn was at hand, the leaves everywhere sprang forth; and inside there 
on the ground berries grew up, strawberries. For that partridge did not 
cease from its call, as all the time it cried, “Summer!” Then that man, 
that youth, took off his clothes; he was naked there, and sat reeling. He 
took berries and ate them. It was very hot inside there. 
One of them went there. As she came near, the raven called repeatedly. 
She heard it; also the partridge. There, when she peeped in, he was eating 
berries from the bush. 
“Hey, sweetheart, can you not give us some of those strawberries 
you are eating?” 
“Yes, last night when I slept, I dreamt that if you and your elder 
sister ate up all of these berries, then I should cease to walk in my sleep of 
nights.” 
