As soon as night came on, the water began to rise rapidly, compelling Northwest Wind to climb into a tree. The Beaver soon found him out, and gnawed the tree with his sharp teeth. Northwest Wind thought his end was near, and called aloud: “Grandpa, come!”
M’Sārtū answered: “I’m getting up.”
“Come, Grandpa!”
“I am up now.”
“Oh, Grandpa, do come!”
“I am putting on my coat.”
“Hurry, Grandpa!”
“I put my hands in the sleeves.”
By this time the tree was almost gnawed through, and the water was rising higher and higher.
He called again: “Come, Grandpa, come!”