r of men. When a stranger came to visit her,
she would wait until her guest had fallen asleep, and then she would
jump up in the air, and fall down upon the sleeping one, who was thus
pierced through by her tail.

Once there came a man to her house. And he lay down to sleep. And when
she thought he had fallen asleep, she jumped up, and coming over the
place where he lay, dropped down upon him. But the man was not asleep
at all, and he moved aside so that she fell down on a stone and broke
her tail.

The man fled out to his kayak. And she ran after.

When she reached him, she cried:

"Oh, if I could only thrust my knife into him."

And as she cried, the man nearly upset--for even her words had power.

"Oh, if only I could send my harpoon through her," cried the man in
return. And so great was the power of his words that she fell down
on the spot.

And then the man rowed away, and the woman never killed anyone after
that, for her tail was broken.

HOW THE FOG CAME

There was a Mountain Spirit, which stole corpses from their graves
and ate them when it came home. And a man, wishing to see who did
this thing, let himself be buried alive. The Spirit came, and saw
the new grave, and dug up the body, and carried it off.

The man had stuck a flat stone in under his coat, in case the Spirit
should try to stab him.

On the way, he caught hold of all the willow twigs whenever they
passed any bushes, and made himself as heavy as he could, so that
the Spirit was forced to put forth all its strength.

At last the Spirit reached its house, and flung down the body on the
floor. And then, being weary, it lay down to sleep, while its wife
went out to gather wood for the cooking.

"Father, father, he is opening his eyes," cried the children, when
the dead man suddenly looked up.

"Nonsense, children, it is a dead body, which I have dropped many
times among the twigs on the way," said the father.

But the man rose up, and killed the Mountain Spirit and its children,
and fled away as fast as he could. The Mountain Spirit's wife saw him,
and mistook him for her husband.

"Where are you going?" she cried.

The man did not answer, but fled on. And the woman, thinking something
must be wrong, ran after him.

And as he was running over level ground, he cried:

"Rise up, hills!"

And at once many hills rose up.

Then the Mountain Spirit's wife lagged behind, having to climb up so
many hills.

The man saw