WONDER TALES OF THE FOREST 73

He was moving his head rapidly from side to side, to prevent her. She was mocking him.

“Your son-in-law! Y ou have no son—in-law to help you. I will take your useless life! I will eat your liver!”

Now the Indian was so small beside these giants that the enemy did not see him at all.

“Thrust your horn into her ear,” the Chenoo called. With a well aimed blow the man did this. He struck with all his might, and the point of the horn entered her head. At the touch the magical weapon grew. It darted through her head, and took root in the earth.

“Raise the other end of the horn, and place it against the pine tree,” the Chenoo called. The Indian did so, and the horn coiled around the trunk of the tree, and the enemy was held fast.

Then the Indian and the Chenoo tried to kill the foe. But it was no easy task. The whole body had to be destroyed, for should the least fragment remain unburnt a full grown Chenoo would spring from it, having all the fierceness and strength of the first.

At last all of the terrible monster was de- stroyed except the heart, and that was the hard- est of all. The heart was of ice, but of more than ice, for it was as hard to melt as stone. When they put it into the fire, it put the fire out. Again and again they Were obliged to rekindle