Maidwa was borne gently along but a little way above their heads; and as they followed him, the rush and hum of the people was like the dead heating of the surges upon a lake shore after a storm. But the good wind, gaining strength, soon carried him beyond their pursuit. A little further on he changed himself into a hawk and flew swiftly off with his trophy, crying, "Ka-kak! ka-kak!" till the hawk cry resounded with its shrill tone throughout the whole country, far and wide.
Meanwhile the magician had remembered the instructions of Maidwa, placing his head outside of the lodge as soon as he heard the ka-kak cry of the hawk.
In a moment Maidwa came past with rustling wings, and as he flew he gave the magician a severe blow on the head with the wampum-scalp. The old man's limbs extended an
