But although he shouted as loudly as he could, that giant could not hear him. At last a little sound reached the big man’s ears, and then he said:
“Bring me luck, bring me luck!”
And he threw down a little piece of meat on the ground, believing it was one of the dead who thus asked.
But little Kâgssagssuk, who, young as he was, had already some helping spirits, made that little piece of meat to be a big piece, just as the dead can do, and ate as much as he could, and when he could eat no more, there was still so much left that he could hardly drag it away to hide it.
Some time after this, little Kâgssagssuk said to his mother’s mother:
“I have by chance become possessed of much meat, and my thoughts will not leave it. I will therefore go out and look to it.”
So he went off to the place where he had hidden it, and lo! it was not there. And he fell to weeping, and while he stood there weeping, the giant came up.
“What are you weeping for?”
“I cannot find the meat which I had hidden in a store-place here.”
“Ho,” said the giant, “I took that meat. I thought it had belonged to another one.”