“Yes,” he answered, for he found he was ten times the size of the largest.
“You need not go out,” said they. “We will bring your food into the lodge, and you shall be our chief.”
“Very well,” answered Pauppukkeewis. He thought—
“I will stay here and grow fat at their expense,” but very soon a beaver came into the lodge out of breath, crying—
“We are attacked by Indians.”
All huddled together in great fear. The water began to lower, for the hunters had broken down the dam, and soon the beavers heard them on the roof of the lodge, breaking it in. Out jumped all the beavers and so escaped. Pauppukkeewis tried to follow them, but, alas! they had made him so large that he could not creep out at the hole. He called to them to come back, but none answered. He worried himself so much in trying to escape that he looked like a bladder. He could not change himself into a man again though he heard and understood all the hunters said. One of them put his head in at the top of the lodge.
“Ty-au!” cried he. “Tut-ty-au! Me-shau-mik! King of the beavers is in.”
Then they all got at Pauppukkeewis and battered in his skull with their clubs. After that seven or eight of them placed his body on poles and carried him home. As he went he reflected—
“What will become of me? My ghost or shadow will not die after they get me to their lodges.”
When the party arrived home, they sent out invitations to a grand feast. The women took Pauppukkeewis and laid him in the snow to skin him, but as soon as his flesh got cold, his jee-bi, or spirit, fled.