Two men once went to hunt wild pig in the mountains, and after some time they speared and killed one, but they had no fire over which to singe it.  
One man climbed a tree to see if there was a fire near by, and discovering smoke at some distance, he started toward it. When he reached the place, he found that the fire was in the house of an Alan,82 and he was very much afraid; but creeping up into the house, he found that the Alan and her baby were fast asleep.
 
He stepped on tip-toe, but nevertheless the Alan was awakened and called out:
 
“Epogow,83 what do you want?”
 
“I should like to get some fire,” said the man, “for we have killed a wild pig.”
 
The Alan gave him the fire, and then taking her basket she went with him to the place where the pig was.
 
After they had singed the animal, the Alan cut it up with her long nails and handed the liver to the [75]man, telling him to take it to her house to feed the baby.
 
The man started, and on the way he ate the liver. When he reached the Alan’s house he did not know what to do. For some time he looked around, and then seeing a large caldron of hot water on the fire, he threw the baby into it and went back.
 
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