the Dene Hareskins (Petitot, _Traditions Indiennes du
Canada Nord-Ouest_, Paris, 1886, p. 171). The stranger comes to strange
people, 'un jeune garcon sort d'une maison et dit, Moi, je sens l'odeur
humaine ... ce disant, il humait l'air, et reniflait a la maniere d'un
limier qui est sur une piste.' In the Aberdeenshire _Mally Whuppy_, we
have the old

Fee, fie, fo, fum,
I smell the blood of some earthly one![97]

The idea of cannibalism, which inspires most of these tales, like the
Indian stories of _Rakshas_, is probably derived from the savage state
of general hostility and actual anthropophagy (_Die Anthropophagie_,
Ueberlebsel im Volksglauben.' Andree, Leipzig, 1887). We know that
Basutos have reverted to cannibalism in this century; in Labrador and
the wilder Ojibbeway districts, Weendigoes, or men returned to
cannibalism, are greatly dreaded (Hind's _Explorations in Labrador_, i.
p. 59). There are some very distressing stories in Kohl (_Kitchi Gami_,
p. 355-359). A prejudice against eating kindred flesh, (as against
eating Totems or kindred animals and vegetables,) is common among
savages. Hence the wilder South American tribes, says Cieza de Leon,
bred children they might lawfully eat from wives of alien stock, the
father being reckoned not akin to his children, who follow the maternal
line. Thus the great prevalence of cannibalism in European _Maerchen_
seems a survival from the savage condition. In savage _Maerchen_, where
cannibalism is no less common, it needs little explanation; not that all
savages are cannibals, but most live on the frontier of starvation, and
have even less scruple than Europeans in the ultimate resort.

(5) Arrived at the ogre's house, Hop o' my Thumb deceives the cannibal,
and makes him slay his own children.

This is decidedly a milder form of the incident in which the captive
either cooks his captor, or makes the captor devour some of his own
family. In Zululand (Callaway, pp. 16-18, _Uhlakanyana_) we find the
former agreeable adventure. Uhlakanyana, trapped by the cannibal, gets
the cannibal's mother to play with him at boiling each other. The old
lady cries out that she is 'being done,' but the artful lad replies,
'When a man has been thoroughly done, he does not keep crying I am
already done. He just says nothing when he is already done.... Now you
have become silent; that is the reason why I think you are thoroughly
done. You will be eaten by your children.' Callaway just