“Yes,” said Beaver chief. “Lie down.” He lay down. He found himself a beaver.
“You must make me large,” he said.
“Yes,” said Beaver chief. “When we get into the lodge, you shall be made very large.”
So they all dived down into the water again. They passed heaps of tree limbs and logs lying on the bottom of the river.
“What are these for?” asked Pau-puk-kee-wis.
“For our winter food,” said Beaver chief.
Now when they got into the lodge, they made Pau-puk-kee-wis very large. They made him ten times larger than themselves.
Soon a beaver came running in. He cried, “The Indians are hunting us.” At once all the beavers ran out of the lodge door on the bottom of the river. Pau-puk-kee-wis was too large. He could not get out. The Indians broke down the dam. They lowered the water. They broke in the lodge. They saw that one.
“Ty-au! Ty-au!” cried the Indians. “Me-sham-mek, the chief of the beavers, is here.”
So they killed him. Yet Pau-puk-kee-wis kept thinking. They placed his great body on a pole. Seven or eight Indians carried it. They went back to their lodges. They sent out invitations for a great feast. Then the women came out to skin him on the snow. When his flesh became cold, the Jee-bi of Pau-puk-kee-wis went away. His spirit went away.