a large brant,
all the others standing gazing in astonishment at his large size.

"You must fly as leader," they said.

"No," answered Paup-Puk-Keewiss, "I will fly behind."

"Very well," they said. "One thing more we have to say to you. You must
be careful, in flying, not to look _down_, for something may happen to
you."

"Well! it is so," said he; and soon the flock rose up into the air, for
they were bound north. They flew very fast, he behind. One day, while
going with a strong wind, and as swift as their wings could flap, while
passing over a large village, the Indians raised a great shout on
seeing them, particularly on Paup-Puk-Keewiss's account, for his wings
were broader than two large aupukwa.[35] They made such a noise, that
he forgot what had been told him, about looking down. They were now
going as swift as arrows; and, as soon as he brought his neck in and
stretched it down to look at the shouters, his tail was caught by the
wind, and over and over he was blown. He tried to right himself, but
without success. Down, down he went, making more turns than he wished
for, from a height of several miles. The first thing he knew was, that
he was jammed into a large hollow tree. To get back or forward was out
of the question, and there he remained till his brant life was ended by
starvation. His _Jee-bi_ again left the carcass, and he once more found
himself in the shape of a human being.

Travelling was still his passion; and, while travelling, he came to a
lodge in which were two old men with heads white from age. They treated
him well, and he told them that he was going back to his village to see
his friends and people. They said they would aid him, and pointed out
the direction he should go; but they were deceivers. After walking all
day, he came to a lodge looking very much like the first, with two old
men in it with white heads. It was, in fact, the very same lodge, and
he had been walking in a circle; but they did not undeceive him,
pretending to be strangers, and saying, in a kind voice, "We will show
you the way." After walking the third day, and coming back to the same
place, he found them out in their tricks, for he had cut a notch on the
doorpost.

"Who are you," said he to them, "to treat me so?" and he gave one a
kick and the other a slap, which killed them. Their blood flew against
the rocks near the lodge, and this is the reason there are red streaks
in them to this day. He then burned their