“I am raising my door.”
At this, daylight began to break, the water went down slowly, and the Beaver departed.
The Wind’s Grandfather had saved him.
He hastened to the old man, who told him that close by there was a large settlement, whose chief was the Great “Culloo.”[19]
“It is he that stole your Rabbit and your Bird Wābīt.”
Northwest Wind now turned his footsteps toward the west. He soon heard a chopping, and came where there were many men felling trees. He asked how far it was to their village, and they replied: “From sunrise till noon,” meaning half a day’s journey.
Then he met men with feathers on their heads, and he asked these where their village was, where they were going, and what they were doing.
One of them said: “We are hunting game for our great chief, Culloo.”
While he was talking with one of the men the rest went on, and Northwest Wind said: “You had better turn back with me, for I am going to visit your chief, Culloo.”
“How shall I disguise myself so that he may not know me?”