s friend and the warriors near enough to see
all that passed, while he went alone to the lodge. As he entered he saw
five horrid-looking manitoes in the act of eating. It was the father
and his four sons. They looked hideous; their eyes were swimming low in
their heads, as if half starved. They offered him something to eat,
which he refused.

"What have you come for?" said the old one.

"Nothing," Paup-Puk-Keewiss answered.

They all stared at him.

"Do you not wish to wrestle?" they all asked.

"Yes," he replied.

A hideous smile came over their faces.

"_You_ go," they said to the eldest brother.

They got ready, and were soon clinched in each other's arms for a
deadly throw. He knew their object--his death--his _flesh_ was all they
wanted, but he was prepared for them.

"Haw! haw!"[33] they cried, and soon the dust and dry leaves flew about
as if driven by a strong wind.

The manito was strong, but Paup-Puk-Keewiss soon found that he could
master him; and, giving him a trip, he threw him with a giant's force
head foremost on a stone, and he fell like a puffed thing.

The brothers stepped up in quick succession, but he put a number of
tricks in force, and soon the whole four lay bleeding on the ground.
The old manito got frightened and ran for his life. Paup-Puk-Keewiss
pursued him for sport; sometimes he was before him, sometimes flying
over his head. He would now give him a kick, then a push or a trip,
till he was almost exhausted. Meantime his friend and the warriors
cried out, "Ha! ha! a! ha! ha! a! Paup-Puk-Keewiss is driving him
before him." The manito only turned his head now and then to look back;
at last, Paup-Puk-Keewiss gave him a kick on his back, and broke his
back bone; down he fell, and the blood gushing out of his mouth
prevented him from saying a word. The warriors piled all the bodies
together in the lodge, and then took fire and burned them. They all
looked with deep interest at the quantity of human bones scattered
around.

Paup-Puk-Keewiss then took three arrows, and after having performed a
ceremony to the Great Spirit, he shot one into the air, crying, with a
loud voice,

"_You_ who are lying down, rise up, or you will be hit!" The bones all
moved to one place. He shot the second arrow, repeating the same words,
when each bone drew towards its fellow-bone; the third arrow brought
forth to life the whole multitude of people who had been killed by the
manitoes. Paup-Puk-Keewiss t