So he laid him down to sleep, and
in the morning when he arose he looked upon the dish,--even the dish of
divination,--and lo! it was half full of blood. Then he knew that the
twain had been murdered.
Then gathering all his arms, he went forth for revenge, and passed many
days on the path, tracking the _boo-oin_; and having the eyesight
of sorcery, he one day beheld very far away, upon an exceeding high
cliff, the knee of a man sticking out of the stone, and knew that a
sorcerer had hidden himself in the solid rock, even as a child might
hide itself in a pile of feathers. Then throwing his tomahawk he cut
away the knee, and the _boo-oin_, his spell broken, remained hard
and fast forever in the ledge. And yet, anon, a little further on, he
saw a foot projecting from a wall, and this he likewise cut off, and
with that he had slain two.
And as he went further he found by the way a poor little squirrel, even
_Meeko_, who was crawling along, half dead, in sorry plight. And
taking her up he made her well, and placing her in his bosom, said,
"Rest there yet a while, _Meeko_, for thou must fight to-day, and
that fiercely. Yet fear not, for I will stand by thee, and when I tap
thy back, then shalt thou bring forth thy young!"
Then going ever on, he saw from the mountains far in a lake below a
flock of wild geese sporting merrily, even the _Senum-kwak'_.
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