Every day when Slapu went out
she hung her heart, yə́nəwəs,
on the road that led out. One day the boy saw it. He knew
what it was so he shot it. She felt it and came running. The boy ran until he
was at Sequim Bay, but his people had moved.
Tslatsqwehe was the only one there and he gave the boy a ride to the spit. The
boy told Tslatsqwehe that Slapu would be looking for him.
Soon Slapu came
looking for the boy and demanded to be taken across the water. Tslatsqwehe said
his boat leaked and when she was busy pulling grass, he pulled a knot out of
the bottom of the boat. When they got out in the
water, Tslatsqwehe asked a crab, ʔáʔčx̣,
“What shall I do with Slapu?” He told the crab, ʔáʔčx̣,
to bite Slapu and when it crawled towards her she kept moving back until she
fell off the boat. She screamed for help, but Tslatsqwehe pushed her down and
now there is a whirlpool there.