` 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 ; over 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 . ` Greeting ! ' said the hero . ` Is this the country of Sakatirina of five heads , whom I am seeking ? ' ` We greet you , O Great One ! ' answered the women . ` We are the wives of Sakatirina ; your search is at an end , for there stands he whom you seek ! ' And they pointed to what Makoma had thought were two tall mountain peaks . ` Those are his legs , ' they said ; ` his body you can not see , for it is hidden in the clouds . '
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