ho was standing outside, saw him going,
and cried in to the others in the house:

"Makite has gone up into the hills to live there all alone. Go
after him."

The many brothers went out after him, but when they had nearly come up
with him, he made his steps longer, and thus got farther and farther
away from them, and at last they ceased to pursue him any more.

On his way he came to a house, and this was just as it was beginning
to get light. He looked in, and saw that the hangings on the walls were
of nothing but reindeer and foxes' skins. And now he said to himself:

"Hum--I may as well go in."

But as he went in, the hinge of the door creaked, and then a strange,
deep sound was heard inside the house, and it began to shake.

At the same moment, the master of the house came in and said:

"Have you had nothing to eat yet?"

Makite said: "I will eat nothing until I know what are those things
which look like candles, there in front of the window."

Then the lone-dweller said:

"That is no concern of one who is not himself a lone-dweller. Therefore
he cannot tell you."

But then Makite said: "If you do not tell me, I will kill you."

And then at last he told.

"It may be you have seen to-day the great hills away in the blue to
the south; if you go up to the top of the nearer hill, you will find
nothing there, but he who climbs that one which lies farther away,
and reaches the top, he will find such things there. But this cannot
be done by one who is not a lone-dweller."

And not until he had said all this did Makite eat.

Then they both went to rest. And just as he was near falling asleep,
the lone-dweller began to quiver slightly, but he pretended to
sleep. And before Makite could see what he was about, the lone-dweller
had strung his bow, and Makite, therefore, seeing he was preparing to
kill him, pretended to wake up, and then the other laid aside his bow
so quickly that it seemed as if he had not held anything at all. At
last, when it was nearly dawn, the lone-dweller fell asleep, and then
Makite tried very cautiously to get out, but as he was about to pass
through the doorway, he again happened to draw the door to after him,
and again it creaked as before with a strange sound. When he looked
in through the window, the lone-dweller was about to get up.

Now Makite had laid his great spear a little way above the house,
and he ran to the place. When he looked round, he saw that the man
from the house