He began to dig roots then. He dug without raising his head, dug and worked on, singing songs as he worked. Soon a big ugly old man from the north came. This was Gowila. He had a great dog, and a deer head was hanging at his back, with long horns on each side of it. "You sing a nice song," said he. Ilhataina never looked up. "Come to the fire," said Gowila. The boy said nothing; dug all the time. "Come to the fire; I am hungry," said Gowila. After a time Ilhataina went to the fire. "You sing well," said Gowila. "Where did you come from?" "From Jigulmatu. People sing well at Jigulmatu, and they dance well." Gowila sat down near the fire. "Put roots in my mouth. Put in more," said he, when the boy gave him some. The boy fed Gowila until he had eaten all the roots in the basket. "How many people are digging roots around here?" asked he. "I do not know; a great many," said Ilhataina. A loud noise of people was heard a short distance away,--a noise of men and women laughing and talking. Gowila saw blankets and baskets near the fire. Ilhataina made the appearance of them. There was nothing there but the twenty otter-skin quivers and the ugly old bow and one arrow in his hand. "Give me your bow," said Gowila; "let me look at it." He asked again and again till the boy gave the bow. Gowila threw it into the fire. "Why do that?" asked Ilhataina, snatching his bow from the fire. "Let me see your bow." Gowila handed the bow to him. Ilhataina broke it with his left hand, and then sprang toward the east. Gowila was very angry, and said "Teh!" to his dog. The dog rushed at the boy. Ilhataina shot and hit the dog. He shot all the arrows but one from ten quivers. Every arrow hit but did no harm to the dog. Just then one of the seven stars (the Pleiades) called to Ilhataina,-- "Shoot him in the little toe and he will die." The boy hit the dog's little toe. He fell dead. Ilhataina ran to the fire where Gowila was standing. "You cannot kill me," said he to Gowila; "you are big and strong, but you cannot hurt me." "I will kill you," said Gowila; and he sent an arrow at him. It missed. Ilhataina shot his arrow and it struck. Every arrow that he sent went into Gowila, but no arrow struck Ilhataina. All the arrows but one were gone from the second ten quivers. That moment one of the seven stars called to Ilhataina,-- "Shoot at his little toe. If you hit him there, he will die." Ilhataina struck Gowila's little toe, and he dropped dead. Ilhataina skinned Gowila, stripped him from head to foot, put the skin on himself, and became just like his enemy. Next he struck the dog with a red rose switch, and the dog jumped up alive and glad to see his master. Ilhataina hung the deer head behind his shoulders, took his quivers, and went home. Gowila's dog followed him. When near the house, he made heavy steps, and the old woman looked out. "Oh, Gowila is coming! Gowila is coming!" cried she, terribly frightened.