One morning they awoke, and Old Man said:  “Oh my young brother, I have had a bad dream.  Hereafter, when you chase anything, if it jumps a stream, you must not follow it.  Even a little spring you must not jump.”  And the wolf promised not to jump over water.

Now one day the wolf was chasing a moose, and it ran on to an island.  The stream about it was very small; so the wolf thought:  “This is such a little stream that I must jump it.  That moose is very tired, and I don’t think it will leave the island.”  So he jumped on to the island, and as soon as he entered the brush, a bear caught him, for the island was the home of the Chief Bear and his two brothers.  Old Man waited a long time for the wolf to come back, and then went to look for him.  He asked all the birds he met if they had seen him, but they all said they had not.

At last he saw a kingfisher, who was sitting on a limb overhanging the water.  “Why do you sit there, my young brother?” said Old Man.  “Because,” replied the kingfisher, “the Chief Bear and his brothers have killed your wolf; they have eaten the meat and thrown the fat into the river, and whenever I see a piece come floating along, I fly down and get it.”  Then said Old Man, “Do the Bear Chief and his brothers often come out? and where do they live?” “They come out every morning to play,” said the kingfisher; “and they live upon that island.”

Old Man went up there and saw their tracks on the sand, where they had been playing, and he turned himself into a rotten tree.  By and by the bears came out, and when they saw the tree, the Chief Bear said:  “Look at that rotten tree.  It is Old Man.  Go, brothers, and see if it is not.”  So the two brothers went over to the tree, and clawed it; and they said, “No, brother, it is only a tree.”  Then the Chief Bear went over and clawed and bit the tree, and although it hurt Old Man, he never moved.  Then the Bear Chief was sure it was only a tree, and he began to play with his brothers.  Now while they were playing, and all were on their backs, Old Man leaned over and shot an arrow into each one of them; and they cried out loudly and ran back on the island.  Then Old Man changed into himself, and walked down along the river.  Pretty soon he saw a frog jumping along, and every time it jumped it would say, “Ni’-nah O-kyai’-yu!” And sometimes it would stop and sing:—­

“Ni’-nah O-kyai’-yu!  Ni’-nah O-kyai’-yu! Chief Bear!  Chief Bear! Nap’-i I-nit’-si-wah Ni’-nah O-kyai’-yu!" Old Man kill him Chief Bear!  “What do you say?” cried Old Man.  The frog repeated what he had said.

“Ah!” exclaimed Old Man, “tell me all about it.”

“The Chief Bear and his brothers,” replied the frog, “were playing on the sand, when Old Man shot arrows into them.  They are not dead, but the arrows are very near their hearts; if you should shove ever so little on them, the points would cut their hearts.  I am going after medicine now to cure them.”