[Illustration: THIS IS NOT THE OGRE, BUT A PORTRAIT OF KA-KOOP-ET
(MR. BILL) Drawn by J Semeyn from photograph by Joseph Clegg of
Port Alberni]

Taking his sledge of stone he struck a blow, as if upon the wedge,
but let it drop; deep in the crack it fell far out of reach.

"Come here my boy," he called, "I crave your help, I have lost my
hammer within this mighty tree, I cannot reach it, so, jump in and
get it, for I want it back."

Eut-le-ten climbed upon the log, and dropt within the split as he was
bid; the Ogre gave the wedge a sudden jog and out it sprang, and the
sides came together like the jaws of some great trap.

"Ha! Ha!" the Ogre cried, "Oh! what a joke! with but a single stroke
I have ground him small. E-ish-so-oolth that gentle little fey, will
dine on mince-meat."

The ugly Ogre made his clumsy jest, little knowing of the fate his
spouse had met, when suddenly he saw upon the ground before him, an
awesome thing, a little pool of water from which there came a quite
unearthly sound. Then from the pool, with fear and awe, the Ogre saw
brave Eut-le-ten uprise. Nothing could lay low this boy of wondrous
parts, who could resolve himself to mother earth, and from the primal
pool of tears arise to save the helpless and destroy their foes.

"Most wondrous boy, I feared that when the wedge slipt out you died;
instead, my heart is filled with joy to see you live when I had
thought you killed. Tell me from whence you draw your mystic power,