And this strength
depends upon the quantity or size of the piece of ice which makes the
heart of the _Kewahqu'_. This piece of ice is like distance.
"There is a great female Kewahqu' coming to fight me. In the struggle I
may not know you, and may hurt you." So they went away as fast and as
far as they could, but they heard the fighting, the most frightful
noises, howls, yells, thundering and crashing of wood and rocks. After
a time the man determined to see the fight. When he got to the place he
saw a horrible sight: big trees uprooted, the giants in a deadly
struggle. Then the Indian, who was very brave, and who was afraid that
his father-in-law would be killed, came up and helped as much as he
could, and in fact so much that between them they killed the enemy. The
old Kewahqu' was badly but not fatally hurt, and the woman was very
glad her father came off victorious. She had always heard that a
Kewahqu' had a piece of ice for a heart. If this can be taken out, the
Kewahqu' can be tamed and cured. So she made a preparation or medicine,
and offered it to him. He did not know what it was, nor its strength,
so he swallowed it, and it gave him a vomit. She saw something drop, so
quietly picked it up: it was the figure of a man of ice; it was the
Kewahqu's heart. She, not being seen or noticed, put it in the fire,
when he cried," Daughter, you are killing me now; you destroy my
strength.
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