entice the children to her lodge, wherefore she asked with evil
ill concealed, "Can I by any means obtain this gift?"

Then Eut-le-ten divining her base thought and much desiring to make
an end of her, declared that if she would lie down, and on the stone
which lay beside the creek recline her head, he would place upon her
forehead the stone which would both mould her features like to his,
and make her skin as fair. The witch determined to try the charm at
once, stretching her great length upon the ground, placed her head
upon the stone.

Then Eut-le-ten lifted a great rock and hurled it down upon the
witches head. "Die dread E-ish-so-oolth," he cried. "No more with
evil charms wilt thou entice the children to thy lonely forest home."

So died the witch, and nevermore do mothers say when children
misbehave. "Be good or I will call E-ish-so-oolth."

THE OGRE

E-ish-so-oolth's husband was a mighty man, greater than any Indian
on the coast. His limbs were rugged as the wind-swept fir which
grows upon the stormy outer shores. His thick and matted hair fell
in tangles over his great shoulders, and his sullen eyes looked from
out his forehead with angry stare. Cruel as the gaunt and hungry
timber wolf, such was the mate of dread E-ish-so-oolth. Beside him,
Eut-le-ten had no length of arm or strength of limb with which to
fend himself, still less attack this giant of the gloomy forest
track, but he possessed weapons more potent than the brutal strength
of this vile chehah man. A spirit child he was, a heaven sent boy,
whom no evil ever could destroy.

THE DESTRUCTION OF THE OGRE

The Ogre was at work cleaving a fallen tree, using wedges formed from
the hardest, toughest wood the Indians know. It was the Kla-to-mupt,
the western yew. With mighty blows of his stone hammer, he sunk a
wedge deep in the log, rending it open, split to the centre of its
giant heart.

The thunderous blows were heard by Eut-le-ten, who with fine courage
followed up the sound, until he came in view of where the huge man
worked with all his might.

Blow upon blow fell upon the wedge, deeper it sank into the log.
The split grew wider. The sides of the great rent pressed hard upon
the wedge, so hard that if the wedge were hit a glancing blow, it
would fly out.

Thus it was, when the Ogre saw the wonder boy approach, and his great
frame was filled with rage, because the boy betrayed no fear of him,
that his dark face lit up as with a flam