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"One tam, long ago, Wiesacajac, he'll be sit all alone by a lake off north of this river. Wiesacajac, he'll been hongree, but he'll not be mad. He'll be laugh, an' talk by heemself an' have good tam, because he'll just keel himself some nice fat goose. "Now, Wiesacajac, he'll do the way the people do, an' he'll go for roast this goose in the sand, under the ashes where he'll make his fire.

Then he'll look out on the lake, an' he'll see a large flock of swans stay there where no man can come. Those swan will know the children was hongree, but they'll not like for get killed theirselves. "Wiesacajac he'll say, 'My children, why do you starve when there's meat there in front of you? "Those was child of a honter. 'Yes, said those boy, 'what use is that meat to us? It's daylight.

Then these two hongree boy an' girl on the camp they'll holler out to each other, for they'll see one swan after another flap his wing an' jump for a fly, but then fall back on water, for he'll can't fly at all.

But not one penny do you nor they handle till the job is finished." "That's all right, Elder," drawled the Georgian. "That's 'cordin' to contrac', I know. I don't keer for myself. But Narnay and that other feller are mighty hongree for a li'le change." "Powerful thirsty, ye mean!" snorted the elder. "Wa-al mebbe so! mebbe so!" agreed Trimmins, with a weak grin.

Those swan will all begin to trumpet an' fly off together, an' they'll carry Wiesacajac with them. Now he'll let them fly until they come right near where those two hongree boy an' girl is sit, an' going for starve. Then he'll drop down an' tie the end of hees babiche to a strong bush. Voila! Those whole flock of swan is tie' fast to camp. None but Wiesacajac can do this thing.

"Now, Cigous he'll got very hongree, an' he'll got under the blanket in the lodge where the people live. Bimeby he'll smell something cook on the fire. Then he'll go out in the bush, an' he'll pray again to Wiesacajac, an' he'll say, 'Oh, Wiesacajac, I'm almost white now, so I can get meat. But it's ver' hard tam for me!

"Now, Cigous he'll get this on his min', an' he'll sit down one tam an' he'll make a pray to Kitchai-Manitou, an' also to Wiesacajac, an' he'll pray that some tam he'll be white in the winter-tam, the same as the snow, the same as those other animal, so he'll catch the meat an' not go hongree. "'Oh, Wiesacajac, he'll pray, 'what for you'll make me dark this a-way, when I'll been hongree?

Rob grounded his rifle-butt, almost in disappointment, but later expressed his satisfaction. "Now, boys, I got him," said he, "and I guess it's just as well he didn't have to wait till now for us to come. But speaking of trailing, Moise, you certainly know your business." "Oh yes," said Moise, "every man in this country he'll mus' know how to trail, else he'll go hongree some tam.

"Good morning, young gentlemen," said Alex, quietly. "I hope you slept well." "Well," said Jesse, grinning, "I guess I did, for one." "You'll been hongree?" smiled Moise at the fireside. "Awfully!" said John. "I could eat a piece of raw bear meat." "So?" grinned Moise. "Maybe you'll seen heem before we get through, hein? She'll not been very good for eat raw."

Pretty soon now they'll gone dead for starve so long. "Now Wiesacajac, he'll come an' stan' by the fire, an' see those little peoples. 'Oh, Wiesacajac, they'll say, 'we're ver' hongree. We have not eat for many days. We do not think our peoples will come back no more. We'll not know what for do.