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At last he took his seat there, while that young woman by the doorway 
skinned and cut up the beavers. When she had finished them, she cooked 
a meal, she cooked beaver-flesh. 
Thus spoke the elder sister; “Little sister, give me one tail,” she said 
to her. 
“Pshaw, just you eat the tails of the things your husband killed!” 
she told her elder sister, and would not give her any. 
Only they had good meat to eat, for the otters which the handsome 
man had killed were not fat. Then, in time, when they had finished their 
meal, when darkness had fallen, they went to bed 
So they slept. In the morning, when they got up, and had eaten 
again, the handsome one rose to his feet without delay, for he was angry 
that Bearskin-Breeches had outdone him every time in hunting. Again, 
on his way out of the lodge, he kicked the other. 
He said to him, “Why are you sitting there like that? Don’t you 
know we are staying at our wives’? ” he said to him, kicking him headlong, 
as he left the lodge. 
“Bring me a leather rope,” he said to his wife. 
When she had given it to him, he too went out to hunt. 
When he was far off, he spoke as follows: “It can’t be, can it, that 
he robbed me of my hunting power when he took away my good looks?” 
said Bearskin-Breeches. 
So he went from there, on snowshoes, as always, and presently he 
saw some dwarf moose. He killed two cows, very fat ones. Then he went 
home, dragging the two. Presently, late in the evening, the handsome 
man arrived. He brought a young bull of the dwarf moose; it was by no 
means a good specimen. 
Then, after nightfall, the young woman went out of doors, thinking 
of her husband, “It seems he is not coming home on time.” 
“It really seems as if that person who has just gone out were lonesome 
for her husband!” said the elder sister, sneering at the younger. 
By and by, as the young woman stood outside there, she heard some- 
one far off who came singing. She was glad that he was singing. Oh, very 
quickly he came near, as he sang. She went indoors, thinking, “It is he!” 
of her husband, and heated her cooked food, while he quickly came with 
noise, but now of coughing. 
“Faugh! He’s back!” exclaimed the elder sister, for truly she felt 
disgust at the thought of her sister’s husband. 
When he came in, he handed her the rawhide. When the young 
woman tugged at it, she could not get it in. Bearskin-Breeches got up; 
when he drew it in, into the tent he pulled two dwarf moose. 
“Splendid! Now I shall have two skins of dwarf moose!” she said. 
Then she sat down, taking some pretty moccasins, and put them on 
her husband’s feet. 
“Fie, she is even putting her fancy-work moccasins on his feet!” she 
said of her younger sister. 
