"You are deceiving me," growled Old Grizzly. "You are trying to conceal them. Here are their tracks. Now cross me over fast."
"I have no canoe," objected Old Crane.
"You need no canoe. Cross me over fast," insisted Old Grizzly.
Old Crane spread out his legs across the river, making a bridge from one side to the other. Old Grizzly stepped on his legs and began walking over. When she was halfway across, she felt thirsty. She seized Old Crane's skullcap and drank from the river. Then, to empty the cap, she gave it a hit against Old Crane's leg. This angered Old Crane. He drew down his leg and doused Old Grizzly in the river.
Then he blew upon the whistle sticks, and they turned into Old Deer's children. They took the bows of Old Crane's children and shot Old Grizzly dead.
While Wantasson had been telling his story, Klayukat had come to the shop, his punch in his hand. When the story was finished, he said, "A very good tale that, Wantasson. My people have one something like it, only it is of the robin and the salmon berry, and it goes farther and tells how the trees got their uses."
