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Then, when he tried to move it from the spot, he could not budge it. 
Presently, as he grew tired, as he looked at that stick, he saw that it turned 
green. He touched it with his hand; he placed it against every part of 
his hand. He took hold of the iron bar; at once he lifted it up, as though 
it were light. 
‘'Ha, brother-in-law, but now we shall come to grips, and we shall 
call to us whatever beings are to be on our side. Whichever of us is beaten 
shall lose the instruments of his power. — Mother, are all your implements 
gone?” 
“No. There are still those instruments of levitation upon which you 
may stand,” she told her son. 
“Now then, do you first call those who are to be on your side!” 
Pot-Belly Child blew his whistle; with his call he brought in great 
number all manner of beings from the earth. And He Who Had the 
Saskatoon Stick pointed in every direction all over the ground. Then, 
when they counted their supporters, it turned out that He Who Had the 
Saskatoon Stick was by one follower ahead. Of the spiders that dwell 
under the ground, a white one of them was the odd one. Then he and his 
brother-in-law contended, as those things on which they stood stretched 
up into the air. 
Then, at this time, that quiver off yonder began to sway greatly. 
And yonder woman thought, “Now, it appears, my brother is contending! 
However, by all means he has spirit power; all manner of mystic knowledge 
has been communicated to him,” she thought. 
Presently, “Mother, he is about to defeat me. Have you used it all 
up?” 
“I am not yet weary,” said the little girl, Lousy One. 
“Then bring me what you have! Let me stand on it.” 
“It is not of that kind, my son!” she said. 
They were aloft now at the height of the trees, when the Lousy One 
took one of the hairs from here, on her body. With it she struck that 
stick. It could no longer grow in length. 
Then that thing off yonder barely swayed a bit as it hung. 
“Hey, as first I dreamt, spider, everywhere in the sky and on the 
earth, your strings would be tied about!” he cried. 
He was now being close pressed. He fled about, and was pursued. 
And that woman off yonder had a stone mallet encased in leather and a 
small pestle-stone. She struck them. With them she beat something. 
At last, when, like iron, it widened out, she stood on it. 
“As first I dreamt, through the air he is to fly, and to take me hence, 
he who presses close upon my brother! It was the like of him, after all, 
that gave me mystic knowledge! And let it be with my husband's war- 
club that I strike this being on which I stand, that it may speed fast through 
the air!” she spoke. 
She beat it. 
“There where is my brother's stick, thither take me!” she said. 
She sped through the air. ************ 
“Hey, Lousy-Woman! Do not forget that I love my brother whom 
Pot-Belly is tiring!” she cried. 
******** \yit,h it she beat those porcupine quills. 
Pot-Belly Child fell to the ground, and so did those quills. 
