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Then that young man spoke as follows: “Pray, try to kill a fisher,’' 
he said to his father. 
And so that man tried to get sight of a fisher. Presently he saw a 
fisher; he killed it. The youth prepared it. When he had finished it, he 
wore it as a hat. He had arrows, too, and used an otterskin for his quiver, 
to put his arrows in, that youth. His coat was a hide ornamented with 
quill-w'ork; and his breeches, too, were worked with quills. He never 
went hunting. 
Then at one time he spoke thus: ‘‘Father, are we the only human 
beings there are?” he asked him. 
“No. Everywhere are people. But they are not good, they always 
contend. When they defeat one another, they destroy each other; they 
are not good.” 
“Just think of it!” said the youth; “I should like to try and see the 
other people,” said the youth. 
The old man was sorry at this, and the old woman, for they cherished 
their son. 
“Surely he will go to his undoing,” thought the woman of their son, 
and wept. 
And so they were not able to keep their son from going forth. 
“Tomorrow I shall go,” said the youth. 
“Dear me!” said the man; “My son, do not go in the direction of 
noon!” he told his son. 
“Very well,” answered the youth. 
Accordingly, when day broke, the youth departed. 
Pie said, “Father, mother, I shall come here, if I am not destroyed. 
It is only that I want to see the people,” said the youth, as he put on his 
hat. “Now then, Fisherskin-Hat is my name,” he said, as he stepped out 
of the house. 
His mother wept as she said farewell to him. So he set out and walked 
along. All day he walked, walking in the direction where there is no sun. 
Presently, as he walked along, in the evening, he saw a partridge. He 
shot it and killed it, thinking, “I shall eat it when I camp for the night.” 
So he took it and plucked it. 
As he walked by a place where there were clumps of trees, presently 
he saw a little lodge of smoked-up leather. He went there, thinking, “I 
wonder what sort of person stays there.” 
When he reached the doorway, “Come in, grandchild!” said an old 
woman. 
When he went in, there she was, all by herself. 
“Come in!” she said; “Sit over there!” she told him. 
He gave his grandmother the partridge he was holding. 
“Thank you, my grandchild; this is exactly what I was wanting to 
eat!” she said. Then she told him thus: “Grandchild, it is a hard place to 
which you are going. It would be better if you went home tomorrow. 
Hard to deal with are the people there,” his grandmother told him. 
“No, grandmother; for now I have already set out this way,” he 
answered her. 
“Dear me!” she said to him; “Then be careful, grandson!” 
And so she set about cooking a meal, putting in the pot a single berry 
and a single bit of chopped meat. 
