“This internal commotion very much disturbed Mooshekinnebik.  He could not make out what was the matter.  He shook himself thoroughly, but that did no good; then he darted off through the water at a great rate, but this also was of no use.  Then he rolled over and over and over in the water.  This of course stopped the dancing and hubbub inside for a time, but as the walls of the prison were soft, also the floor and ceiling, nobody was hurt, and so the instant it ceased they were up and at it again, harder than ever.  Mooshekinnebik never had such a turn in his life.  He did not know what to do.  Still Nanahboozhoo kept singing louder and louder, while the dancers kept up their wild antics around him.

“At length Nanahboozhoo decided that the monster was about enough frightened for him to do something else, and so he drew out his sharp knife and gave Mooshekinnebik a good stab near his heart.

“This threw him into convulsions and added to his terror, and he began swimming toward the shore.  When Nanahboozhoo knew this he kept stabbing him more and more, until at length his body was heard to scrape on the shallow sandy ground.  At this Nanahboozhoo with a mighty effort plunged his knife with all his power deep into the monster’s heart.

“The instant he did this Mooshekinnebik was thrown into a number of mighty convulsions, and in one of them, with one tremendous effort, he fairly threw himself out of the water on the shore, and there he died.

“So great and terrible had been these dying convulsions that all the creatures inside, and even Nanahboozhoo himself, had become unconscious from being so knocked about.

“How long they remained so they did not know.  Nanahboozhoo was the first to regain his senses, and he was indeed very sorry to see that all of his comrades were still unconscious.  He had some difficulty in getting out from under the bodies of his comrades, who were piled up on him.  He was glad that the monster was dead, but he was uncertain whether they were on the shore or at the bottom of the water.  So he speedily determined to find out.  He climbed up over the bodies of his comrades to the place that he thought was the thinnest, and there, with his keen knife, he began cutting through the roof of this queer prison.

“To his great delight he was soon able to see the sunshine coming through.  When he had cut a hole big enough to let in some air and sunshine he took up his magic singing sticks and began singing, for the purpose of reviving all those imprisoned with him.  His song was not much to us, but it was a great deal to those shut up in such a prison.  It was: 

  “’Kesik-in-na-win,
  Kesik-in-na-win.’ 
  (I see the sky,
  I see the sky.)

“As Nanahboozhoo continued to sing this over and over, one after another his brothers sneezed and opened their eyes.  They were indeed a happy lot at the prospect of deliverance.

“When Nanahboozhoo saw that they were all now recovered he again set to work with his knife, and it was not long before he had a hole large enough to permit all of the imprisoned creatures to make their escape.