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"'Now my childrens, say Wiesacajac, kin'ly, to those boy an' girl, 'you see, there's plenty of meat in your camp. Go now, cook an' eat. "So now those children go an' keel a swan an' skin it, an' get it ready for cook. By this time Wiesacajac he'll done make the fire. He'll not want to set woods on fire, so he'll build it by those big rocks which always stood by that lake.
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.
"'Now, Cigous, says Wiesacajac, 'I'll been good spirit, else surely I'll punish you plenty for stealing when you tol' me you'll be good animal. Already I'll made you white, all but your tail. Now that the people may always know you for a thief, you an' all your family must have black spot on tail in the winter-tam.
He'll take this goose an' bury heem so, all cover' up with ashes an' coals like this, you see but he'll leave the two leg of those foots stick up through the ground where the goose is bury. "Wiesacajac he'll feel those goose all over with his breast-bone, an' he'll say, 'Ah, ha! he'll been fat goose; bimeby he'll be good for eat. But he'll know if you watch goose he'll not get done.
But Wiesacajac, he'll see Cigous all the tam, an' he'll turn the meat in the pot into pitch, and make it boil strong; so Cigous when he'll stick his tail in the pot, he'll stick it in the pitch, an' when he'll pull out the end of his tail, the end of it will be all black!
"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!
All the tam you find cross fox, he'll be black where Wiesacajac hold heem over the fire, with his back down, but the end of his tail will be white, because there is where Wiesacajac had hold of heem on one end, an' his front will be white, too, same reason, yes, heem. Whatever Wiesacajac did was done because he was wise an' strong. Since then all cross fox have shown the mark. I have spoken."
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.
Have pity on me! "Well, Wiesacajac, he'll been kin' in his heart, an' he'll hear those Cigous pray, an' he'll say, 'My frien', I s'pose you'll not got any meat, an' you'll ask me to take pity on you. The reason why I'll not make you white like other animal is, you'll been such thief!
At last, however, at what must have been nine or ten o'clock at night, at least, perhaps later, after Moise had cut for each of the boys a smoking hot rib of the delicious mountain mutton, he sat back, a rib-bone in his own hand, and kept his promise about the story. "I'll tol' you last night, young mens," he said, "how about those Wiesacajac, the spirit that goes aroun' in the woods.
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