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Then he went home; as he walked up, his grandmother was busy 
skinning and cutting up the carcass. 
' ‘Splendid, grandmother! Now we shall have meat!” he cried. 
“Yes,” his grandmother answered him. 
But those other buffalo, the people killed them all. And, as usual, 
that terrible bear took all the fat meat and left his followers in want. 
Clotkin’s grandmother brought the meat into the lodge, all of it. 
“Grandmother, cover up your meat!” And when the old woman had 
covered it, “Grandmother, go chop four willow-withes.” 
So the old woman went out and chopped them off; she brought them. 
“Here they are, grandson,” she said. 
“Grandmother, go out of doors! Stand there, outside the lodge!” 
Then that Clotkin whipped the meat, saying “Be fat, be fat!” 
Truly, the pieces tui-ned into fat meat. 
“Grandmother, come in; now do your cooking; let us eat!” 
When the old woman uncovered her meat and saw that it was fat, 
she covered it again. 
“Grandchild, grandchild! We shall not keep these. If the chief 
learns of this, he will come and get it,” she said. 
“Oh, grandmother, let us eat,” he said. 
So then the old woman set about cooking. Clotkin smeared the fat 
meat all round his mouth, greasing his face. Then he went out of the 
lodge. 
“Grandmother, make dried meat; hang up your fats. I am going to 
play a bit.” 
“Grandchild, wipe your mouth!” 
“So I have, grandmother!” 
Thus he went off to play with the sons of the terrible bear. When 
those boys saw him with grease all over his face and his belly too, they 
went home to tell their father. 
They said, “Father, that child whose grandmother is so poor is all 
greased, here!” 
“Dear me, no!” cried the bear; “I saw him, and his beast was entirely 
lean.” 
Now Clotkin ran back to his grandmother’s tiny lodge. When he 
sat down inside, there came those boys sticking their heads into the door. 
They .saw the fat meat. They went back. 
His grandmother said, “Grandchild, didn’t I tell you not to go there? 
That bear will come and take it all,” she said. 
1 hat boy told his father. “They have much fat meat and much dried 
meat of the fattest,” he told him. 
The chief rose to his feet and went there; when he opened the door 
and looked in, there he saw it. 
“Come, Pot-Belly Child, I have come to get your grandmother’s 
dried meat and the fats.” 
“Very well, take them,” he answered him. 
He took it all, robbing them, and carried it home. The boy’s grand- 
mother wept over the loss of her fat meats. 
He said to her, “Sit still, grandmother; I will fetch your fat meats.” 
“Do not, grandchild; he will kill you.” 
“No, grandmother; I will fetch them!” 
