Makoma was very wroth , but he said nothing , and drawing his finger-nail across the hair -LRB- which was as thick and strong as palm rope -RRB- cut it , and set free the mountain-maker . The three following days exactly the same thing happened , only each time with a different one of the party ; and on the fourth day Makoma stayed in camp when the others went to cut poles , saying that he would see for himself what sort of man this was that lived in the river and whose moustaches were so long that they extended beyond men 's sight . So when the giants had gone he swept and tidied the camp and put some venison on the fire to roast . At midday , when the sun was right overhead , he heard a rumbling noise from the river , and looking up he saw the head and shoulders of an enormous man emerging from it . And behold ! right down the river-bed and up the river-bed , till they faded into the blue distance , stretched the giant 's grey moustaches ! ` Who are you ? ' bellowed the giant , as soon as he was out of the water . ' I am he that is called Makoma , ' answered the hero ; ` and , before I slay thee , tell me also what is thy name and what thou doest in the river ? ' ` My name is Chin-debou Mau-giri , ' said the giant . ` My home is in the river , for my moustache is the grey fever-mist that hangs above the water , and with which I bind all those that come unto me so that they die . ' ` You can not bind me ! ' shouted Makoma , rushing upon him and striking with his hammer . But the river giant was so slimy that the blow slid harmlessly off his green chest , and as Makoma stumbled and tried to regain his balance , the giant swung one of his long hairs around him and tripped him up . For a moment Makoma was helpless , but remembering the power of the flame-spirit which had entered into him , he breathed a fiery breath upon the giant 's hair and cut himself free . As Chin-debou Mau-giri leaned forward to seize him the hero flung his sack Woronowu over the giant 's slippery head , and gripping his iron hammer , struck him again ; this time the blow alighted upon the dry sack and Chin-debou Mau-giri fell dead . When the four giants returned at sunset with the poles , they rejoiced to find that Makoma had overcome the fever-spirit , and they feasted on the roast venison till far into the night ; but in the morning , when they awoke , Makoma was already warming his hands to the fire , and his face was gloomy . ` In the darkness of the night , O my friends , ' he said presently , ` the white spirits of my fathers came upon me and spoke , saying : `` Get thee hence , Makoma , for thou shalt have no rest until thou hast found and fought with Sakatirina , who had five heads , and is very great and strong ; so take leave of thy friends , for thou must go alone . '' ' Then the giants were very sad , and bewailed the loss of their hero ; but Makoma comforted them , and gave back to each the gifts he had taken from them . Then bidding them ` Farewell , ' he went on his way .
Makoma travelled far towards the west ; XXXXX rough mountains and water-logged morasses , fording deep rivers , and tramping for days across dry deserts where most men would have died , until at length he arrived at a hut standing near some large peaks , and inside the hut were two beautiful women .
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