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acquired from Twa/ditit, he carried the burden easily. When he arrived
home he hung up his load outside on a projecting rafter and the quiver was
so heavy that the whole house shook. Wolverine went in and had some
food with his family, saying nothing about his good fortune. After the
meal he sent his children to bring in the quiver but it was so heavy that
they could not move it from the rafter. So he fetched it himself and his
wife lifted out chunks of juicy meat which she toasted at the fire. The
Wolverine family had a delicious feast while the Raven children looked
on hungrily, but whenever one of them ventured too near, Wolverine
rapped his knuckles.

Raven sat down to ponder. At last he asked his wife to make him
a quiver, while he made arrows, bow, and bow-string, as he had seen
Wolverine do on the previous evening. Early the following morning
Raven set off for the mountains where he too met Twalditit. The latter
greeted him and looked at his arrows.

“Those are fine arrows,” he said. ‘Who made them?”

Raven, much gratified, answered, ‘I made them.”

_Twaldi#it took the four arrows and threw them carelessly in four
directions where they struck four rocks and were broken, greatly to
Raven’s anger and chagrin. Not wanting to return home with an empty
quiver he filled it with stones until it was heavy, and started back.
Near home he thought of a plan to fill the top of the pack with suet, as if
the whole were filled with the same; he cut his own stomach, pulled out
some of the fat, and covered the stones with it. He hung the quiver on
the projecting rafter of his house and it was so heavy that the whole
building shook. Raven lifted out and gave some of the food to his chil-
dren who began to toast it at the fire, but, as the tid-bits became hot, so
did Raven feel a burning sensation in his own stomach as if the fat were
still in position. Finally in pain he cried out for them to stop.

RAVEN AND WORM

Once upon a time Raven decided to obtain some halibut. The only
person who understood how to catch this fish was Worm,!7 an old man
who lived in a water-logged stick at the bottom of the ocean. Raven
went to him, saying:

“I have come to pay my respects to you.”

“Please sit down,” replied Worm.

The host took his line, opened a hole in the bottom of his house
through which he dropped the cord and presently hauled up a large

_ “A specimen could not be obtained for identification. The Bella Coola term
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