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.
[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,
and I will seek the place this very day. When I have found it out,
I will repay you in ways more certain than I can now command."
Thus spake the ogre, and Eut-le-ten replied, "'Tis easy done. This
gift is yours as well as mine. Test it but once, and you will see
that you have powers as great as I."
The giant's bulky frame was filled with pride. "You're right," he
swore, "the thing that you can do, by all the Tyee salmon, so can I."
Once more the wedge was driven to the heart, until again the sides
were spread a-gape. In climbed the giant,--he did not think the fit
would be so tight.
"Are you all ready?" Eut-le-ten called out.
"Yes!" roared the giant, with a thunderous shout.
"Die then!" cried Eut-le-ten, as he took the hammer up, and struck
upon the side the great yew wedge. Out sprung the wedge, the sides
snapped together, crushing within the ogre's ponderous frame.
Ignoring his wild shouts they crunched to powder all his giant bones.
The ogre and his mate were thus destroyed, and never more have
children been led astray by E-ish-so-oolth's dread and magic craft,
to suffer death in ways too sad to tell.
[Illustration: STONE HAMMER USED BY THE INDIANS OF BARKLEY SOUND]