The man went to the beach but did not see any salmon, while many whales were swimming about. On the following day the Thunderer told him to go and catch salmon. Each flapping of his wings was a peal of thunder, and when the noise ceased the man knew that they had arrived at the Thunderer's home and he opened his eyes. He thought: "Where shall I put him in order to prevent his falling down?" He said, "When we reach a great height, close your eyes, so that the strong wind which prevails up there will do you no harm." Then he flew up again and ascended in large circles. When they reached a considerable height the man almost fell from under the Thunderer's armpits, and the latter descended again and allowed him to regain his strength. He took the man under his armpits and flew with him towards the sky. He leaned the spear against the tree and hung the blanket on to it. Then the speaker, who was no other than the Thunderer, took the man's salmon spear and blanket. Don't look at me I am the one whom you have scolded." Then he said, "Now you see how tall I am.
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As soon as he had stepped out of the hole he began to grow, and soon reached a height taller than the spruce tree his skin was covered with feathers. When he looked closer he saw the boy coming out. He looked into it and discovered a little boy.
He became angry and said, "What is that great thing that always darkens the water and prevents me from seeing the fish?" He went on and came to a tall spruce tree in which a large hole had been burned by lightning. Then it cleared up again, but soon a new shower came on and he was unable to secure a single fish. When he started out the sun was shining, but soon dark clouds came up and it began to thunder and to rain. One day he went up the creek to spear salmon. Once upon a time there was a man who lived at Slab Creek. From Franz Boas, 1898, Traditions of the Tillamook Indians, Journal of American Folklore, V.
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