“’All night she watched, but the Raven did not go to the secret place where he had hidden the powder of the whirlwind.  Nor the next day, when the sun went down, did the Raven kill the Giant.  But the Squaw-who-has-dreams took up again the Story-that-never-ends an’ told what the green fish with the yellow wings said; an’ she used up the second bundle of talk.  When she ceased for that time, the Squaw-who-has-dreams was saying:  “An’ as night fell, Moh-kwa, the Bear, called to me from his canyon, an’ said for me to come an’ he would show me where the great treasure of fire-water was buried for you who are the Raven.  So I went into the canyon, an’ Moh-kwa, the Bear, took me by the hand an’ led me to the treasure of fire-water which was greater an’ richer than was ever seen by any Sioux.”

“’Then the Squaw-who-has-dreams would tell no more that night, while the Raven eat his fingers with cur’osity.  But he made up a new plan not to twist the Squaw-who-has-dreams until she showed him the treasure of fire-water an’ told him the end of the Story-that-never-ends.  On her part, however, the Squaw-who-has-dreams, as she went to sleep, wept an’ tore the beads from her hair an’ said the Raven did not love her; for he had not killed the Giant as he promised.  She said she would tell no more of the Story-that-never-ends until the Giant was dead; nor would she show to a husband who did not love her the great treasure of fire-water which Moh-kwa, the Bear, had found.  At this, the Raven who was hot to have the treasure of firewater an’ whose ears rang with cur’osity to hear the end of the Story-that-never-ends saw that he must kill the Giant.  Therefore, when the Squaw-who-has-dreams had ceased to sob and revile him, an’ was gone as he thought asleep, the Raven went to his secret place where he kept the powder of the whirlwind an’ took a little an’ wrapped it in a leaf an’ hid the leaf in the braids of his long hair.  Then the Raven went to sleep.

“’When the Raven was asleep the Squaw-who-has-dreams went also herself to the secret place an’ got also a little of the powder of the whirlwind.  An’ the next morning she arose early an’ gave the powder of the whirlwind to the Raven on the roast buffalo, the Pez-hee-kee, which was his food.

“’When the Raven had eaten, the Squaw-who-has-dreams went out of the teepee among the people an’ called all the Sioux to come an’ see the Raven die.  So the Sioux came gladly, and the Raven was twisted an’ writhen with the power of the whirlwind wrenching at his heart; an’ his teeth were tight like a trap; an’ no words, but only foam, came from his mouth; an’ at last the Spirit, the Chee-bee, was twisted out of the Raven; an’ the Squaw-who-has-dreams was revenged for the death of the Gray Elk whom she loved an’ who always called her Kee-nee-moo-sha, the Sweetheart, because it made her laugh.