Part 2

The Wonderful Rod, 54

The Funeral Fire, 56

The Legend of O-na-wut-a-qut-o, 63

Manabozho in the Fish's Stomach, 69

The Sun and the Moon, 72

The Snail and the Beaver, 75

The Strange Guests, 79

Manabozho and his Toe, 88

The Girl who Became a Bird, 90

The Undying Head, 92

The Old Chippeway, 113

Mukumik! Mukumik! Mukumik!, 116

The Swing by the Lake, 119

The Fire Plume, 123

The Journey to the Island of Souls, 129

Machinitou, the Evil Spirit, 134

The Woman of Stone, 144

The Maiden who Loved a Fish, 147

The Lone Lightning, 151

Aggo-dah-gauda, 154

Piqua, 158

The Evil Maker, 177

Manabozho the Wolf, 179

The Man-fish, 186

MOOWIS.

In a large village there lived a noted belle, or Ma-mon-da-go-Kwa, who was the admiration of all the young hunters and warriors. She was particularly admired by a young man who, from his good figure and the care he took in his dress, was called the Beau-Man, or Ma-mon-da-gin-in-e. This young man had a friend and companion whom he made his confidant.

"Come," said he one day, in a sportive mood, "let us go a-courting to her who is so handsome, perhaps she may fancy one of us."

She would, however, listen to neither of them; and when the handsome young man rallied her on the coldness of her air, and made an effort to overcome her indifference, she repulsed him with the greatest contempt, and the young man retired confused and abashed. His sense of pride was deeply wounded, and he was the more piqued because he had been thus treated in the presence of others, and this affair had been noised about in the village, and became the talk of every lodge circle. He was, besides, a very sensitive man, and the incident so preyed upon him that he became moody and at last took to his bed. For days he would lie without uttering a word, with his eyes fixed on vacancy, and taking little or no food. From this state no efforts could rouse him. He felt abashed and dishonoured even in the presence of his own relatives, and no persuasions could induce him to rise, so that when the family prepared to take down the lodge to remove he still kept his bed, and they were compelled to lift it from above his head and leave him upon his skin couch. It was a time of general removal and breaking up of the camp, for it was only a winter hunting-camp, and as the season of the hunt was now over, and spring began to appear, his friends all moved off as by one impulse to the place of their summer village, and in a short time all were gone, and he was left alone. The last person to leave him was his boon companion and cousin, who had been, like him, an admirer of the forest belle. The hunter disregarded even his voice, and as soon as his steps died away on the creaking snow the stillness and solitude of the wilderness reigned around.