'Yes; you must not go out in them. You will get drowned,' answered she, and the boy went sadly to his mat to sleep. As he slept, his father, whose name was Fire-drill, appeared to him and spoke: 'Take one of those old canoes into the woods and cover it with bushes. It does not matter how worn-out it seems to be; do as I tell you.' Then the boy got up and did as his father bade him, and went home again. Early next day he ran quickly to the place where the canoe was hidden, but found that the old one full of holes had vanished, and a new one, packed with everything he could need, was in its place. While he was admiring it, his father stood before him, and pulled the root of a burnt tree out of the ground, which he turned into a little dog. It was called Gant or 'Burnt,' and could smell things miles away, and, though it was so small, it was as strong as a bear. After that, Fire-drill gave his son a fresh bow and arrows and a great club. Then the boy remembered what his grandmother had said, and he carried the canoe and his father's presents to the wigwam. 'I am going away,' he told his mother, 'and may be absent two days or much longer. Take care of this fire-stick, or else if the fire goes out, how will you make it again? Hang it in a safe place high on the ceiling, and if I am killed, it will fall. So you will know. And now farewell.' Thus speaking he climbed into the canoe and pushed off. * * * * * As he went he saw from afar another canoe coming to meet him, with a man paddling it. 'That is the man who killed all my mother's friends,' thought he, and he told it to his dog, his club, his bow and his arrows, for they had the gift of magic and could understand his language. [Illustration: THE GIRL BATHED HIM EVERY MORNING IN THE POOL.] By this time the man had drawn near, and the boy saw that he had only one eye, which was placed in the middle of his face, and that he was more than commonly tall. 'Is it you, my nephew?' asked he, and the boy answered: 'Yes; it is I.' 'Where did you come from?' 'From my uncle's village.' Then the man read what the boy had in his mind and said: 'It was not I who killed your uncles and your mother's friends; it was the East Wind and the North Wind.' But the boy did not trust the man's words, and knew that in his heart he wished him evil. And while he was thinking this the big man said to him: 'Let us exchange arrows.' 'Not so,' replied the boy. 'My arrows are better than yours.' And his words were true, for they were all different, and pointed with different things. The point of one was a porcupine quill, and of another bark, but the best of all was called Heart-stopper, because the moment it touched a man's body his heart ceased to beat. 'My arrows are pointed with sea-urchins; behold how they move,' said the man; but again it was not true what he told the boy, for the points were made of weed.