what he worked for. Thereat, he appealed to the people, and they,
envious of my great wealth and well taxed themselves, upheld him. 'Why
should we pay,' they asked, 'and not you? Does not the voice of God
speak through the lips of Moosu, the shaman?' So I yielded. But at the
same time I raised the price of hooch, and lo, he was not a whit behind
me in raising my taxes.

"Then there was open war. I made a play for Neewak and Tummasook,
because of the traditionary rights they possessed; but Moosu won out by
creating a priesthood and giving them both high office. The problem of
authority presented itself to him, and he worked it out as it has often
been worked before. There was my mistake. I should have been made
shaman, and he chief; but I saw it too late, and in the clash of
spiritual and temporal power I was bound to be worsted. A great
controversy waged, but it quickly became one-sided. The people
remembered that he had anointed me, and it was clear to them that the
source of my authority lay, not in me, but in Moosu. Only a few faithful
ones clung to me, chief among whom Angeit was; while he headed the
popular party and set whispers afloat that I had it in mind to overthrow
him and set up my own gods, which were most unrighteous gods. And in
this the clever rascal had anticipated me, for it was just what I had
intended--forsake my kingship, you see, and fight spiritual with
spiritual. So he frightened the people with the iniquities of my
peculiar gods--especially the one he named 'Biz-e-Nass'--and nipped the
scheme in the bud.

"Now, it happened that Kluktu, youngest daughter to Tummasook, had caught
my fancy, and I likewise hers. So I made overtures, but the ex-chief
refused bluntly--after I had paid the purchase price--and informed me
that she was set aside for Moosu. This was too much, and I was half of a