But
he wist right well that these also were of the _boo-oin_, whom he
sought, and placing a spell on his bow, and singing a charm over his
arrows that they should not miss, he slew the wild fowl one by one, and
tying their heads together, he carried them in a bunch upon his back.
And truly he deemed it a good bag of game for one day.
And yet further on he came to a wigwam, and entering it saw a man there
seated, whom he knew at once was of the enemy. For he who sat there
glared at him grimly; he did not say to him, "_'Kutakumoogwal!_" "Come
higher up!" as they do who are hospitable. But having cooked some meat,
and given it in a dish to Pulowech's hand, he snatched it back again,
and said he would sooner give it to his dog. And this he did more than
once, saying the same thing. But Pulowech kept quiet. Then the rude man
said, "Hast thou met with aught to-day, thou knave?" And the guest
replied, "Truly I saw a fellow's knee sticking out of a stone, and I
cut it off. And yet, anon, I saw a foot coming from a rock, and this I
also chopped. And further on there was a flock of wild geese, and them
I slew; there was not one left,--no, not one. And if you will look
without there you may see them all dead, and much good may it do you!"
Then the savage sorcerer burst forth in all his rage: "Come on, then,
our dogs must fight this out!" "Thou sayest well," replied Pulowech;
"truly I am fond of a good dog-fight, so bring out thy pup!" And that
which the man brought forth was terrible; for it was no dog, but a
hideous savage beast, known to Micmacs as the _Weisum_.
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