out his forehead with angry stare. Cruel as the gaunt and hungry
timber wolf, such was the mate of dread E-ish-so-oolth. Beside him,
Eut-le-ten had no length of arm or strength of limb with which to
fend himself, still less attack this giant of the gloomy forest
track, but he possessed weapons more potent than the brutal strength
of this vile chehah man. A spirit child he was, a heaven sent boy,
whom no evil ever could destroy.


THE DESTRUCTION OF THE OGRE

The Ogre was at work cleaving a fallen tree, using wedges formed from
the hardest, toughest wood the Indians know. It was the Kla-to-mupt,
the western yew. With mighty blows of his stone hammer, he sunk a
wedge deep in the log, rending it open, split to the centre of its
giant heart.

The thunderous blows were heard by Eut-le-ten, who with fine courage
followed up the sound, until he came in view of where the huge man
worked with all his might.

Blow upon blow fell upon the wedge, deeper it sank into the log.
The split grew wider. The sides of the great rent pressed hard upon
the wedge, so hard that if the wedge were hit a glancing blow, it
would fly out.

Thus it was, when the Ogre saw the wonder boy approach, and his great
frame was filled with rage, because the boy betrayed no fear of him,
that his dark face lit up as with a flame.