"Alas!" cried the old woman when he was safely indoors, "we shall be destroyed this time. How can we save ourselves?"
Again the young man exercised his magic powers, and transformed the frail hut into a hollow rock, upon which the shafts of the hailstorm spent themselves in vain. At last the sky cleared, the lodge resumed its former shape, and the young man saw a multitude of sharp, beautiful spear-heads on the ground.
"I will get poles," said he, "to fit to them for fishing."
When he returned in a few minutes with the poles he found that the spears had vanished.
"Where are my beautiful spears?" he asked his grandmother.
"They were only ice-spears," she replied. "They have all melted away."
The young Indian was greatly disappointed, and wondered how he could avenge himself on the being who had played him this malicious trick.
"Be warned in time," said the aged grandmother, shaking her head at him. "Take my advice and leave him alone."
The Charmed Stone
But the youth's adventurous spirit impelled him to see the end of the matter, so he took a stone and tied it round his neck for a charm, and sought the lake once again. Carefully observing the direction from which the voice proceeded, he saw in the middle of the lake a huge head with a face on every side of it.