Kalausatche, the Big One, came into view, climbing down from the tall spruce tree. A knife was in his hand, Kalausatche slowly made his way to Dzauya’s blanket and stabbed the bed of spruce boughs, thinking he was killing the hunter.

With Kalausatche busy stabbing the empty blanket, Dzauya took aim and shot the huge one in the back.

Screaming, the Big One leaped into the tree, crying out loud as he scrambled up the branches. “Ya ya ya ya ya!” howled the Big One, and it came crashing down out of the tree, landing in a large heap by the fire.

Dzauya built up the fire, making it bigger, brighter and hotter. Taking Kalausatche, Dzauya pushed the large monster into the fire, to burn it and keep it from ever coming back to life again. Making sure the Big One was completely burned, Dzauya slept and in the day, left to continue his journey.
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a member of the McLeod Lake Indian Band
Created July 2006    Revised December 2008

McLeod Lake Tse'Khene First Nation
KALAUSATCHE, THE BIG ONE

Our people hunted throughout the land—from high mountains to the low valleys, one side of the Rockies to the other. Unfortunately a monster was killing many of our people while they were out on the hunt. After many hunters were not returning from the trap lines, our people asked Dzauya for his help.

Dzauya went out into the wilderness and after days of travel came across a really tall spruce tree. Setting up for the night at the base of the tree, Dzauya made his fire and sat up to watch for the rest of the night. He made his bed of spruce boughs and put his blanket over them and made himself comfortable.

Near dawn, as the fire was dying out, Dzauya felt a spruce needle fall onto him from above. Looking up through the branches he saw movement—a large shape coming down from the tree. Moving quickly and quietly to the other side of the fire, near the darkness, Dzauya crouched down low, notched an arrow in his bow and got ready to aim.