When he came he called out: “Where are my yans? Where are my yans?” He killed the two men, then he scratched his arms with his nails and sucked his own blood. Right away he was a man-eater. He killed all the people around and ate them. Then he started off to find others to kill and eat. As he traveled he looked in at every smoke hole, but he found only empty houses, for everybody had heard of him and had run away. In only one house did he find a living person. In the house at the edge of a village was a woman with but one leg. She sat inside making a basket. When Wekómpmas looked down the smoke hole, he was glad, and said: “She doesn’t see me! Now I will have something to eat!” But Nátcaktcókaskĭt had seen him, for she had an eye on the top of her head. Just as he was going to throw a stone down and kill her, she took her cane, and, with one hop, went far away, turned into a bug as small as a louse, and crawled under the rocks. Wekómpmas tried to get her; he punched the ground with a stick, turned everything over; but Nátcaktcókaskĭt was a medicine woman, and he couldn’t find her. As Wus traveled around, he came to a village where all the people were crying. “Why are you crying?” asked Wus. “There is a terrible man-eater in this country; he destroys whole villages. He will kill and eat us.” “I will meet him,” said Wus. “Give me strings to tie back my hair, and don’t make any noise.” Women gave him bark strings; as he tied his hair back with them, they turned into beaded bands. Old Wekómpmas was coming along through a low place at the foot of a hill. Wus took off his own skin, filled it with grass, and put his mind in the end of the nose. He left his body in a damp place where it wouldn’t dry up, then his skin and mind ran off to meet Wekómpmas. As he got near, the old man put down his stone, and asked: “Where are you going?” “I am just traveling around,” said Wus. “Where are you going?” “I am going around the world,” said the old man, and he began sucking the blood out of his arms, he was so glad that he was going to have something to eat. Wus asked: “What are you doing?” “Come and lie down on this hole,” said Wekómpmas. “Why should I do that?” asked Wus. “It’s a game.” “Will you lie down when I get up?” asked Wus. “Yes.” Wus stretched himself across the hole, and said: “I think you will hit me!” “No, this is the way we are going to play.” The old man raised his stone and struck Wus on the back, but it didn’t hurt him, for his body wasn’t there. He jumped up, and said: “Now lie down here, old man. I am in a hurry; I want to go.” Wekómpmas lay down and Wus struck him a terrible blow, smashed him to pieces, then he said: “Hereafter people will pound roots and dried meat with you. You will no longer be a person; you will be a stone pounder (pestle).”