When they were all standing around Gäk, he said to the one with the spot on his forehead: “I want you to be the last man to bid me good-by.” Then he covered up his head and made a sound like groaning. The Pakols waited a long time to see him die. At last they began to say good-by. There was such a crowd that it was sundown when they were through. Then Gäk told the fat Pakol, the one with the spot on his forehead, to say good-by. Just as Pakol was getting up to go, Gäk kicked him off the rock; he fell over the precipice and was killed. Wíle and all the Pakols were so scared that they ran away. Gäk went down among the rocks and began to eat Pakol’s body. The Pakols said: “The greatest one of us has been killed,” and they mourned for him. (The Gäk people can never get enough to eat; they feed themselves with both hands.) Wus was no longer a person, but he could still talk. He came to the ledge of rocks, looking for something to eat. He saw Gäk eating and called out to him: “My brother, how did you get so much meat? How did you get down there among the rocks?” “I shut my eyes and jumped. Come down and eat with me.” “I am afraid.” “Go back a little way, shut your eyes, run to the edge, and jump.” Wus said, “Eg! Eg!” and ran, but just as he got to the edge of the rocks he opened his eyes and stopped. He did that three times. Gäk scolded, and said: “You must do as I tell you. If you open your eyes when you jump, you will get killed.” Wus tried again, then he said: “Oh, my brother, throw me a piece of meat.” Gäk said: “If you want to eat, you must come down here.” “Well, this time I will come!” Wus jumped, but he caught on the bushes, and climbed back. Gäk said: “It is getting dark. If you don’t come, you will have nothing to eat.” “I will come this time.” Wus went over the rock like a feather, but when he was half-way down, he opened his eyes; then he fell and was torn to pieces. His head, alive and with open eyes, was far away from the body. Gäk felt badly; he and Wus had always been good friends. He said to the head: “Wus, I thought you were the strongest person in the world; now you are torn to pieces. You didn’t do as I told you to; you opened your eyes.” Gäk talked to his medicines, the earth and the wind, then he got his red medicine basket, [16] picked up the pieces of Wus, joined them together and stepped over the body three times. He covered the body with the basket and told Wus to lie still, that the basket would cure him, but he mustn’t get up till he came and took it off. Gäk went back to eating. At sundown Wus began to kick and to call: “I am well; come and take the basket off!” He called many times. Each time Gäk said: “Lie still a while longer; you needn’t be afraid. There is plenty of meat; we can’t eat it in all night.” At last Gäk took the basket off.