So when the giants had gone he swept and tidied the camp and put some venison on the fire to roast . At midday , when the sun was right overhead , he heard a rumbling noise from the river , and looking up he saw the head and shoulders of an enormous man emerging from it . And behold ! right down the river-bed and up the river-bed , till they faded into the blue distance , stretched the giant 's grey moustaches ! ` Who are you ? ' bellowed the giant , as soon as he was out of the water . ' I am he that is called Makoma , ' answered the hero ; ` and , before I slay thee , tell me also what is thy name and what thou doest in the river ? ' ` 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 ! '
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