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When he observed her, “Surely I shall not eat my fill!” he thought. 
Thus spoke his grandmother: “My grandchild, you will eat your fill 
of this,” she told him. 
“Goodness me!” thought the youth, “Plainly, I shall not be able to 
think about her!” he thought. 
“No, mj^ grandchild! Why should you have to think about me?” she 
said to him. 
She knew that he had taken her as his object of meditation. 
So then she gave him to eat; she gave him her cooking-pot, just as it 
was. As he ate, whenever he took up the whole contents and put it into 
his mouth, when he looked at the little pot, there lay the two morsels 
again. At last he ate all the faster. At last he had enough; he was not 
able to eat up the things his grandmother had given him to cat. He 
handed it back to her. 
“I cannot finish it, grandmother,” he said to her. 
“Dear me, truly my grandchild merely pecks at his food, seeing that 
he cannot finish my little berries, my bits of cooked meat!” she said to 
him. 
By now it was deep night. 
“Grandson, you must be tired from walking; lie down,” she told him. 
He lay down; the old woman, too, lay down. When dawn came, 
when they got up, they ate again. 
When they had eaten, “Now then, grandson, do not go in this direction 
whence comes the morning light! Hard to deal with is he who dwells 
there,” she told him; “Go this way, toward the north,” she told him. 
“Very well,” said he, as he departed and continued his journey. 
When he had gone a long ways, “I wonder why my grandmother 
warned me away from this place?” he thought. 
He turned in that direction. Presently, when it was almost noon, he 
saw someone sitting on a knoll. He was going to walk on, leaving the 
place to one side, when the other arose, in the very direction toward which 
he had turned. Although he tried not to go there, yet he landed in that 
direction. At last he went up the hill where he saw the other. There he 
saw that that man was very ugly, hunchbacked and small, and clad in a 
bearskin coat ; this man came to meet him, and as he came, had a fit of 
coughing, and said to him: “Fisherskin-Hat, you always were coming 
here to play!” he told him; “Of old, ‘He will go about engaging in contests,^ 
was said of you, you know!” 
“It is not going about to engage in contests I am,” he told him. 
“Oh, don’t say that! Only do let us have a contest!” the other said 
to him. 
“No!” he answered him. 
“Do you see that clump of trees right over there, where the smoke is 
rising?” 
“Yes!” 
“Very beautiful are the two young women who live there. They will 
be the prize,” the other told him. 
“Oh, no!” he said to him. 
“Oh, please do let us wrestle!” the other said to him. 
At last he said, “Yes,” to him. 
