At this they all stared at him.
“Do you not wish to wrestle?” they all asked.
“Yes,” replied he.
A hideous smile passed over their faces.
“You go,” said the others to their eldest brother.
Pauppukkeewis and his antagonist were soon clinched in each other’s arms. He knew the manitoes’ object,—they wanted his flesh,—but he was prepared for them.
“Haw, haw!” they cried, and the dust and dry leaves flew about the wrestlers as if driven by a strong wind.
The manito was strong, but Pauppukkeewis soon found he could master him. He tripped him up, and threw him with a giant’s force head foremost on a stone, and he fell insensible.
The brothers stepped up in quick succession, but Pauppukkeewis put his tricks in full play, and soon all the four lay bleeding on the ground. The old manito got frightened, and ran for his life. Pauppukkeewis pursued him for sport. Sometimes he was before him, sometimes over his head. Now he would give him a kick, now a push, now a trip, till the manito was quite exhausted. Meanwhile Pauppukkeewis’s friend and the warriors came up, crying—
“Ha, ha, a! Ha, ha, a! Pauppukkeewis is driving him before him.”