Years passed by, and the child grew to be a man, though he still retained the curiosity and high spirits of his boyhood. His persistent inquiries drew from the old grandmother a reluctant explanation of her warning. "In the west," said she, "there dwells a being who is anxious to do us harm. If he sees you it will mean death for both of us." This statement, instead of frightening the young Indian, only strengthened in him a secret resolution he had formed to go west on the first opportunity. Not that he wished to bring any misfortune on his poor old grandmother, any more than on himself, but he trusted to his strong arm and clear head to deliver them from their enemy. So with a laugh on his lips he set off to the west. Toward evening he came to a lake, where he rested. He had not been there long when he heard a voice saying: "Aha, my fine fellow, I see you!" The youth looked all round him, and up into the sky above, but he saw no one. "I am going to send a hurricane," the mysterious voice continued, "to break your grandmother's hut to pieces. How will you like that?" "Oh, very well," answered the young man gaily. "We are always in need of firewood, and now we shall have plenty." "Go home and see," the voice said mockingly. "I daresay you will not like it so well." Nothing daunted, the young adventurer retraced his steps. As he neared home a great wind sprang up, seeming to tear the very trees out by the roots. "Make haste!" cried the grandmother from the doorway. "We shall both be killed!" When she had drawn him inside and shut the door {240} she scolded him heartily for his disobedience, and bewailed the fate before them. The young man soothed her fears, saying: "Don't cry, grandmother. We shall turn the lodge into a rock, and so we shall be saved." Having some skill in magic, he did as he had said, and the hurricane passed harmlessly over their heads. When it had ceased they emerged from their retreat, and found an abundance of firewood all round them. The Hailstorm Next day the youth was on the point of setting off toward the west once more, but the urgent entreaties of his grandmother moved him to proceed eastward--for a time. Directly he was out of sight of the lodge he turned his face once more to the west. Arrived at the lake, he heard the voice once more, though its owner was still invisible. "I am going to send a great hailstorm on your grandmother's hut," it said. "What do you think of that?" "Oh," was the response, "I think I should like it. I have always wanted a bundle of spears." "Go home and see," said the voice. Away the youth went through the woods. The sky became darker and darker as he neared his home, and just as he was within a bowshot of the little hut a fierce hailstorm broke, and he thought he would be killed before he reached shelter. "Alas!" cried the old woman when he was safely indoors, "we shall be destroyed this time. How can we save ourselves?"