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Close by there, off to one side, where lay the stag’s head, the man 
took it up by the beast’s pointed horns; he put it on the boy’s back, for 
him to carry. He sank to the ground under the weight. 
“Look lively!” he told him; “Get up!” he told him; “Believe it or 
not, though you think yourself of manitou kind, if I overtake you on the 
way, I will kill you; I will stamp you under my snowshoes.” 
So the boy started off. When he had got close to their lodge, the other 
had already come near, and now overtook him. At once he crushed him 
under his snowshoes. He killed him; he jabbed the horns into him. Then 
the young woman was very glad that he had been killed before reaching 
the place. 
Then again those old women who had restored him to life said, “Let 
them try once more to bring him to life!” 
Then, accordingly, that big old woman, that Old Mouse Woman took 
him off with her. They succeeded in bringing him again to life. It seems 
that they took a steam-bath whenever they were about to bring him to 
life. 
Then again, in the morning, “Go feed our grandmothers,” said the 
man. 
When, accordingly, the young woman went there, the boy was alive. 
“And so they have done it again! I was glad he had been killed!” 
she exclaimed. 
“Never mind, I shall simply take him with me again,” said the man. 
Then the young woman left him alone. Then the boy made ready. 
They went hunting. The man came to take him along. Again they set 
out; again they came upon the trail of a stag. 
“Is this the one?” he asked him, but, “No! He is too small,” the 
other answered. 
When one had left hoof prints of enormous size, this one the man pur- 
sued; “You will catch up to me later,” he told him. 
Truly, later, when the boy got there, he had already nearly finished 
cleaning the carcass. 
Again, “Come, child, roast this; let us later eat this tripe,” he told 
him. 
Then, “Let us eat it again from either end,” he told the man. 
Then, “Now for the second time you say thus,” the other answered 
him. 
“After all, as for me, I am but a poor creature,” said the boy. 
“Yes, very well,” said the man. 
Then, “Let me have the big end, let me eat from the big end,” said 
the boy. 
At last he talked the man into it. So then they took hold of it at either 
end and ate it. When they had but a little uneaten, the boy flung it aloft. 
“Come, eat this,” he said, “0 Thunderer!” 
Now again, off to one side lay the head, and again the man took 
it and put it on the boy’s back. Again he drove him to his feet, telling 
him, “Look lively!” He started out. The man hurried him on with 
shouts. 
“If anywhere I catch you, I will stamp you flat with my snowshoes!” 
he called to him. 
