The hunter was much ashamed, but he would not give back the wampum. He thought too much of it to give it back.
"I will give you enough wampum to fill your heart," said the elk, "but you must do just as I tell you. Will you do it?"
"I will do it," said the hunter.
"Go to the top of the great white mountain. There you will find a black lake. Across the lake are three black rocks. One of them is like the head of a moose.
"Dig in the earth before this rock. There you will find a cave full of wampum. It is on strings of elk skin. Take all you want.
"While you dig, twelve otters will come out of the black lake. Put a string of wampum around the neck of each of the otters and upon each of the three black rocks."
The hunter went back to the village. There he got an elk-horn pick and set out. No one knew where he went.
He made his camp that night at the foot of the great white mountain. As soon as it was light, he began to climb up the mountain side. At last he stood on the top, and there before him was a great hollow. It was so great that he could not shoot an arrow across it.
The hollow was white with snow, but in the middle was a black lake, and on the other side of the lake stood the three black rocks.
The hunter walked around the lake over the snow. Then he took the elk-horn pick and struck one blow before the black rock which looked like the head of a moose.