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dkwah wihtamdk : “ kistdsak imh-nipahdhkatusowakf ” itik ; “ dkwah 
nka-ntaw-dsamdwak niyaw. kdwih itdp nk-dpisisinin, ” itik. 
“ dha’ ! ” 
dkwah ituhtdw ustdsah. 
“ kd wiya mdka ta-plkwahtamwak niskanah. uski-pahkdkinuhk ta~ 
wdwdkastdwak ; nikutis ta-ntaw~dstdwak. ndwu-tipiskdki kdwih nika- 
takupahtdn. ” 
dkusi dkwah nipahdw. ustdsah d-Jah-ndwu-tipiskdyik takusiniyiwah. 
“ dkwah klstawdw amid ! ” itdtv ustdsah. 
mdtdw iskwdw ; mihtdtdw undpdmah. 
dkusi wiy dyoko. 
Another woman set out. She came to a river, and there she saw a 
man approaching in a canoe. 
“Get in,^' he said to her. 
She stepped aboard. There, when she looked at him, he had a face at 
either side of his head. Then she wept. 
“Is it 'Do let me live!’ you are thinking?” he asked her; “My inten- 
tion is to eat you,” he told her. 
She wept. 
“Sit still! It is no use; I mean to eat you.” 
They reached an island. He disembarked. 
“Grandmother,” cried that Windigo, “Come fetch her; prepare to 
boil this person I am bringing.” 
A little old woman came and fetched her. She brought her over yon- 
der to her lodge. The young woman gazed at her. 
“You don’t stop staring at me,” said the little old woman; “What 
matter, since I am bound to boil you?” she said to her. 
Then the young woman answered her: “It is because I recognize you, 
because ‘My grandmother,’ is what I am saying to myself.” 
“And so it is my grandchild! I had almost been her undoing! Kill 
me, my grandchild. Then set the whole string of my entrails into water. 
That is what the Windigo will eat first. Also you will cut off my arm; 
‘Chop wood, grandmother!’ you will say; ‘You are to split wood!’ Then I 
shall really split wood. And as for you, you will be running away. Run 
with all your might!” 
Then she ran away. Her grandmother chopped firewood. Soon the 
Windigo arrived. 
“Grandmother, come home! I want to eat!” he cried. 
“Wait a bit! I am gathering wood,” she said. 
“Be quick, now!” 
“Do you eat meanwhile. I shall be back soon,” said the old woman, 
while her arm all by itself cut wood. 
The Windigo began to eat. He ate his grandmother. He was im- 
patient because his grandmother was not coming promptly. Then he 
began to search. When he came there, behold, there his grandmother’s 
arm fell to the ground. 
“Whither can you flee, you who have bereft me by killing my grand- 
mother! She cooked for me. I will chase you,” he called to her. 
