112 GLOOSCAP AND OTHER STORIES

“My friend,” he cried, “you have won the victory; now, then, let me go.”

Then the man arose, took the poker, and pushed the fire away, allowing the Ice-King to pass out. The Ice-King arose, and went out, saying as he went, “My friend, you have fairly beaten me twice; now you shall be my master forever.” And with this he disappeared.

After this, that man had no more trouble with the cold. For him it was always summer all the year round. He needed neither cap nor mittens nor moccasins.

And kespeadooksit—the story ends.