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Presently she heard someone call, “Little sister, here we are!” seemed 
to be spoken for her to hear. 
But, after all, she had been warned; she did not stir from the spot. 
At last all round the lodge there was the sound of them dying of cold. 
In the morning she arose; when she went outside, she found not even a 
footprint. She wondered. 
“So it really is thus!” thought the young woman. 
When four nights had passed, the young men arrived. Then, when 
the young woman always gathered wood all day, she never picked up any- 
thing, although she saw all manner of things. But then at one time she 
saw a most beautiful feather. 
She picked it up, when, “Of course I could not get the better of you!” 
said the two-faced Windigo, suddenly rising from the feather. 
Thus spoke the Windigo: “Truly, I shall have good eating, when I 
eat Burnt-Stick! Now, Burnt-Stick, first I shall take you home with me; 
I shall make you fat.” 
With that the Windigo took the young woman on his back and carried 
her. He took her home with him, to where he had an old woman whom he 
led a dreadful life; every day this old woman had his stew ready for him, 
cooking it done before he got home, for every day he ate two men, his 
habit being, as soon as he got home, first to eat their entrails. 
So now, “Grandmother,” he said; “have you boiled the entrails ready 
for me to eat? Now very pretty is the young woman I have brought home 
to eat. Do not spare your pains to fatten her,” he said. 
Then, “Very well,” said the old woman. 
The old woman became very fond of the maid, Burnt-Stick. 
Then, it seems, “Grandchild, surely I hate the very thought of killing 
you,” she said; “Do try to deceive him; do you, instead, kill me,” the old 
woman said; “And then you will set me to boil,” said the old woman. 
Truly, the maid was pleased at what the old woman told her. 
“But how must I do to kill you?” asked the young woman. 
Thus spoke the old woman: “You will take an ax; you will strike a 
blow on my head,” said the old woman; “Yonder, in the direction where 
there is no sun, are four hills, the first and nearest of which you will climb. 
From there you will see the second hill. When you have crossed four hills, 
there try to reach in your flight an iron house. The one who dwells there 
will overcome him. If you manage to get there in your flight, then you 
will live,” she told her; “When you reach the place in your flight, speak 
thus: ‘Big brother, the both-side-faced Windigo wants to kill me!’ you 
will say. Then they will open the door for you.” 
Accordingly, even as the old woman had directed Burnt-Stick, she 
struck her on the head. Then she skinned her and cut her up, whom she 
had slain. She put her in the kettle to boil. When she had cooked her 
done, she ran away as fast as she could. She ran with all her might. Presently 
she saw a hill, and all night long she ran. Then she saw another 
hill; she crossed it, too. She saw another hill; this, too, she crossed. 
When she climbed the next hill, already she heard the Windigo shouting to 
her. 
“It is no use! The earth will not be large enough to give you refuge!”" 
he shouted to her. 
