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Updated: April 30, 2025
And Ball-Carrier stepped down off the platform, and brought his club and bow and arrows out of the hut, and set out, for the other side of the world, behind the old woman. When they reached the hut where Ball-Carrier had fasted so many years ago, the old woman spoke for the first time since they had started on their way. 'My grandson, did you ever manage to get that gold from the Bad One?
First, she took the gold and said to Ball-Carrier: 'My grandson, this gold must be hidden in the earth, for if people think they can get it when they choose, they will become lazy and stupid.
'But he must be here somewhere, she said to herself, examining for the second time the pile of buffalo skins; and Ball-Carrier, knowing that he could not possibly escape now, hastily wished that the Bad One should be unable to eat any more food at present.
The woman seized Ball-Carrier between her finger and thumb, and was going to carry him to the kitchen, when the boy spoke: 'I am very lean and small now, he said, 'hardly worth the trouble of cooking; but if you were to keep me two days, and gave me plenty of food, I should get big and fat.
'Yes, I will, though you have tried to kill me, answered Ball-Carrier, throwing the bridge across the water as he spoke. But when the Bad One was in the midst of the stream, the boy wished it to become small; and the Bad One fell into the water and was drowned, and the world was rid of him.
Then gradually he heard her creeping up behind him, and soon she was in front. So Ball-Carrier took the shape of a pigeon and flew rapidly past her, but in a little while she was in front again and the end of the prairie was in sight. 'A crow can fly faster than a pigeon, thought he, and as a crow he managed to pass her and held his ground so long that he fancied she was quite beaten.
Finished, finished, finished! Ball-carrier and the Bad One Far, far in the forest there were two little huts, and in each of them lived a man who was a famous hunter, his wife, and three or four children.
The witch came panting up, furious at having lost the race which she felt certain of winning; and Ball-Carrier, who had by this time changed back into his own shape, struck her on the head and killed her. For a long while Ball-Carrier was content to stay quietly at home with his wife and children, for he was tired of adventures, and only did enough hunting to supply the house with food.
After Ball-Carrier had managed to drown the Bad One so that he could not do any more mischief, he forgot the way to his grandmother's house, and could not find it again, though he searched everywhere. During this time he wandered into many strange places, and had many adventures; and one day he came to a hut where a young girl lived.
'Yes, grandmother, I got that too, answered he. 'Where is it? she asked, and Ball-Carrier lifted his right arm, and pointed to his arm-pit. 'Here is the bridge, grandmother, said he. Then the witch did something that nobody in the world could have guessed that she would do.
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