7O GLOOSCAP AND OTHER STORIES

though to come out of the water. The old man killed the creature with one blow of his hatchet, and dragged the body out, and laid it on the bank.

Once more he began his magic dance, and soon another great lizard was captured.

The Chenoo now dressed the meat, and made a great bundle of it, and threw it over his shoulder. Then he said to the Indian, “Lead the way home.”

It was past noon. The journey was long, so they started on the run. The man was swift, and there was no Indian who could run faster, but the Chenoo pressed close upon him.

“Can you run no faster?” the Chenoo asked. “The sun is setting already, and it will be dark before we reach the lodge.”

“Ah, I can go no faster,” answered the In— dian.

“Get on my back then,” said the Chenoo. The Indian mounted on top of the load. The Chenoo bade him hold his head low to escape the branches. Then the old man ran like the wind. The branches whistled as they passed by, and they were at home before nightfall.

When the wife knew what their meat was, she was unwilling to touch it, but her husband persuaded her to prepare it for the Chenoo. They themselves lived upon the food to which they were accustomed, and the Chenoo upon