“Have you no rabbits?”
“Yes.”
“Come out and bring me some of them.”
But the maiden was so terrified that she dared not move toward the entrance.
“Throw me a rabbit!” shouted the old Demon.
The maiden threw him one of her precious rabbits at last, when she could rise and go to it. He clutched it with his long, horny hand, gave one gulp and swallowed it. Then he cried out: “Throw me another!” She threw him another, which he also immediately swallowed; and so on until the poor maiden had thrown all the rabbits to the voracious old monster. Every one she threw him he caught in his huge, yellow-tusked mouth, and swallowed, hair and all, at one gulp.
“Throw me another!” cried he, when the last had already been thrown to him.
So the poor maiden was forced to say: “I have no more.”
“Throw me your overshoes!” cried he.
She threw the overshoes of deerskin, and these like the rabbits he speedily devoured. Then he called for her moccasins, and she threw them; for her belt, and she threw it; and finally, wonderful to tell, she threw even her mantle, and blanket, and her overdress, until, behold, she had nothing left!