“I will come again,” said he, “sometime and see you.”
“Ho, ho, ho!” they all cried, “come back again and see us.”
He promised that he would, and set out alone.
After travelling for some time, he came to a large lake, and on looking about he saw an enormous otter on an island. He thought to himself—
“His skin will make me a fine pouch,” and, drawing near, he drove an arrow into the otter’s side. He waded into the lake, and with some difficulty dragged the carcass ashore. He took out the entrails, but even then the carcass was so heavy that it was as much as he could do to drag it up a hill overlooking the lake. As soon as he got it into the sunshine, where it was warm, he skinned the otter, and threw the carcass away, for he said to himself—
“The war-eagle will come, and then I shall have a chance to get his skin and his feathers to put on my head.”
Very soon he heard a noise in the air, but he could see nothing. At length a large eagle dropped, as if from the sky, on to the otter’s carcass. Pauppukkeewis drew his bow and sent an arrow through the bird’s body. The eagle made a dying effort and lifted the carcass up several feet, but it could not disengage its claws, and the weight soon brought the bird down again.
Then Pauppukkeewis skinned the bird, crowned his head with its feathers, and set out again on his journey.
After walking a while he came to a lake, the water of which came right up to the trees on its banks. He soon saw that the lake had been made by beavers. He took his station at a certain spot to see whether any of the beavers would show themselves. Soon he saw the head of one peeping out of the water to see who the stranger was.
“My friend,” said Pauppukkeewis, “could you not turn me into a beaver like yourself?”