Then the storm winds came, and the Great Spirit was in the storm.
It seemed as if the storm said, "You did not obey! You did not obey!"
Then the thunder roared at him, "You did not obey!"
The hunter was greatly frightened. He broke a great string of wampum and threw it to the storm winds, but the storm winds only laughed.
He broke another string and threw it to the thunder voices, but the thunder roared louder than before.
He threw away one string after another until all of them were gone. Then he fell upon the ground and went to sleep. He slept long.
When he woke up he was an old man with white hair. He did not know what had happened, but he sat there and looked at the great mountain, and his heart was full of peace.
"I have no wampum. I have given it all away. I am not hungry for it any more. I will go home," he said.
He could hardly find his way, for the trees had grown across the trail.