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Far and wide among the nations / Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; / No man dared to strive with Kwasind, / No man could compete with Kwasind. / But the mischievous Puk-Wudjies, / They the envious Little People, / They the fairies and the pygmies, / Plotted and conspired against him.
"If this hateful Kwasind," said they, / "If this great, outrageous fellow / Goes on thus a little longer, / Tearing everything he touches, / Rending everything to pieces, / Filling all the world with wonder, / What becomes of the Puk-Wudjies? / Who will care for the Puk-Wudjies? / He will tread us down like mushrooms, / Drive us all into the water, / Give our bodies to be eaten / By the wicked Nee-ba-naw-baigs, / By the Spirits of the water!