Now it had taken Master Lox the entire day to
untie the hair-string, so when he came down it was dark, and he was
glad when he saw the hut and thought of resting therein.
But, as he entered, he ran among the Thorns, which pierced his nose,
and Flints, which cut his feet, so that he roared aloud. Then he heard
a voice, which seemed to be that of the younger Miss Weasel, crying
"_Names-cole_" (M.), "Go to my sister, yonder!" So he went, and trod
in an ant-hill, and this was worse than the Briers. And then he heard
another voice on that side which cried, laughing, "_N'kwech-kale_!"
(M.), "Go to my sister, who is younger than I." And plunging furiously
through the darkness, he fell on the hornet's nest; and verily the last
state of that Indian was worst of all. Thus, seeing himself mocked, he
became furious; so that he who has by nature the very worst temper of
all beasts or men was never so angry before, and, seeking the tracks of
the Weasels, he pursued them as they fled in the night and through the
thick forest.
Now it came to pass that by daybreak the two girls, even the Misses
Weasel, had come to a broad river which they could not cross. But
In The edge of the water stood a large Crane, motionless, or the
_Tum-gwo-lig-unach_, who was the ferryman. Now truly this is
esteemed to be the least beautiful of all the birds, for which cause
he is greedy of good words and fondest of flattery.
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