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Updated: June 3, 2025
Nyoda was dragged from one end of the island to the other and shown its wonders, from the innocent little spring which was the cause of their being there to the much enduring Eeny-Meeny on her pedestal. Over the adventures of the latter she laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks. "Those are such typically Winnebago stunts," she declared.
It was so much easier going down than coming up that they fairly flew over the water, and caught up with Eeny-Meeny just before she reached the mouth of the river and went sailing out on the wide bosom of the lake. She was fastened on more firmly this time, and then began the long, hard paddle upstream again to overtake the others.
They mended the leaky canoe again and Eeny-Meeny finished her trip in comparative dryness. "Oh, dear," said Katherine, when they were back at Ellen's Isle once more, and had finished telling Mr. and Mrs. Evans their adventures, "what was there in life worth living for anyway, before we had Eeny-Meeny?" Being Chief that week it was Katherine's duty to blow the rising horn in the morning.
After them came Hinpoha and Slim, paddling the second canoe with Antha and Dan as passengers; then Sahwah and the Monkey, paddling Migwan and Anthony; and lastly, Katherine and the Captain with Gladys and Peter Jenkins, and Eeny-Meeny traveling in state behind them. The lake was smooth and paddling was easy. They sang as they bent to their paddles, as voyageurs of old.
His exclamation when Eeny-Meeny was explained to him was just like that of his friend: "Well, really!" And there was that same shade of doubt in his voice as to the sanity of people who carried such a thing along with them on a canoe trip.
"Let's take Many Eyes along and make her our official mascot," suggested Sahwah. "We can install her with ceremonies, like we did Eeny-Meeny." This bit of nonsense was seized upon by the Winnebagos as a grand inspiration.
The spectators sat around on the river banks and cheered the canoe as it appeared above the falls, filled with pine branches on which reposed the lovely form of Eeny-Meeny, her brows crowned with wreaths and a flowering branch in her outstretched hand.
There they found everybody up and standing around with their blankets over their shoulders. A fire had been left burning in an open space and beside this, Aunt Clara, looking like an Indian squaw, was talking to a man who looked as if he might be a brother of the man who had jumped into the river after Eeny-Meeny that evening. "What's the matter?" they asked of Katherine.
No matter when they approached Eeny-Meeny there was always one of the Sandwiches close at hand. "They're picketing her!" announced Katherine, baffled in several attempts.
Girls, let's make fruit punch and drink to the health of the Sandwiches, and a long life to the council seats, and to Eeny-Meeny on her pedestal." "And don't forget the Dark of the Moon Society," added Sahwah, and once more the woods resounded with laughter. "There's one thing about those girls that always takes my breath away," said Mr.
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