"Here is a mussel that wishes to see you; come down to the bottom; row your kayak straight down through the water—this way!"
That mussel wanted to eat him. But he did not heed it. Then at last one day he saw an old woman, and rowed towards her, and came up to her. And she said:
"Let me dry your boots." And she took them and hung them up so high that he could not reach them. The man would have slept, but he could not sleep for fear.
"Give me my boots," he said. For it was now revealed that she was a man-eater. And so he got hold of his boots and fled down to his kayak, and the woman ran after him.
"If only I could catch him, and cut him up," she said. And as she spoke, the kayak nearly upset.
"If only I could send a bird dart through her," said the man.
And as he spoke, the woman fell down on her back and broke her knife.
And then he rowed on his way. And on his way he met a man, and rowed up to him.
"See what a skin I have stretched out here," said the stranger. And he knew at once it was his son's kayak. The stranger had eaten his son, and there was his skin stretched out. The man therefore went up on land and trampled that man-eater to death, so that all his bones were crushed.
And then he went home again.
