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When the woman pulled at it, into the lodge she drew a beaver. 
“Splendid, splendid! Now I shall have good eating!” said that young 
woman. 
\Mien she skinned it and cut it up, it was very fat; and she cooked it, 
cooking also half of the tail. 
This is what the elder sister said: “Little sister, give me part of that 
tail to eat; let me, too, have something good with my meal!” she asked 
her. 
“No! ‘Whatever our husbands kill, we shall eat,’ you said not long 
ago.” 
Then she envied her sister the beaver which she was eating. 
So they slept. In the morning, when they got up, they ate again. 
When they had eaten, the handsome young man again made ready to go 
hunting. On his way out of the lodge, he kicked the other. 
“Why are you sitting there like that? Didn’t you know we are staying 
at our wives’ house?” he said to him. 
He kicked him headlong. The elder sister laughed at what was done 
to her sister’s husband. 
Then, when he got up from where he lay, “Bring me a leather thong,” 
he told her. 
And so, when he was given it, he too went hunting. 
“Come, sister, don’t forget we are newly married; we must fetch 
wood,” said the elder sister to the younger. 
So they fetched firewood, and hauled the faggots. 
AVhen it was noon, “Let us stop and eat,” said the young women. 
Then they cooked; they prepared their food, the younger woman 
roasting some beaver-flesh. The elder envied her for it. 
She said to her: “Sister, do tear off a part for me. Let me too eat a 
bit of it.” 
“Pshaw! So that is the way of it! You have a husband too, and he 
has killed an otter, and you can eat it. ‘We shall each eat separately,’ you 
said, when you thought of my husband, ‘He won’t be able to kill anything,’ ” 
she told her. 
“Nonsense! I was teasing you, sister!” she answered her. 
“Never mind! I shall not by any chance give you any,” she told her 
elder sister. 
Then, of those two who were hunting, at nightfall the handsome one 
arrived. He brought two otters. When it was quite dark, Bearskin- 
Breeches came a-coughing. When he came into the lodge, he handed his 
wife the leather rope. 
She said to him, “What sort of a treat is he bringing me now?” said 
that young woman. 
When she pulled at it, she drew two beavers into the house. 
“Splendid! Now I shall save up these tails for my father and mother 
to eat!” she said. “Come, sit over here,” she told him, pointing to where 
she had neatly arranged her part of the tent. 
“Oh, no!” said Bearskin-Breeches, disgusted with his own person. 
“Please sit here!” she told him. 
