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Updated: May 8, 2025
Just at that moment a piece flew off and hit him on the eye. He cried out: "Tyau, why do you strike me, you old dog?" The wolf answered "You must have been looking at me." "No, no," retorted Manabozho, "why should I want to look at you?" "Manabozho," said the old wolf, "you must have been looking or you would not have got hurt." "No, no," he replied again, "I was not.
I know by the traces; for I can always tell whether they are fat or not." A little further on, one of the young wolves, in dashing at the moose, had broken a tooth on a tree. "Manabozho," said the old wolf, "one of your grandchildren has shot at the game. Take his arrow; there it is." "No," replied Manabozho; "what will I do with a dirty dog's tooth?"
Straightway, however, continues the legend, the son sought the unnatural father to revenge the death of his mother, and then commenced a long and desperate struggle. It began on the mountains. The West was forced to give ground. Manabozho drove him across rivers and over mountains and lakes, and at last he came to the brink of this world.
One by one, each in turn joined the company of coughers, except Manabozho and his family, to whom the bear's meat proved very savory. But the visitors had too high a sense of what was due to decorum and good manners to say any thing. The meat looked very fine, and being keenly set and strongly tempted by its promising look, they thought they would try more of it.
And ever after this transformation, when Manabozho lacked provisions for his family he would hunt the squirrel, a supply of which never failed him, so that he was always sure to have a number of his friends present, in this shape, at the banquet.
This information seemed rather to please than to disconcert Manabozho; for by this time he had grown to such a size and strength that he had been compelled to leave the narrow shelter of his grandmother's lodge and to live out of doors.
He begun his preparations by making huge bows and arrows without number; but he had no heads for his shafts. At last Noko told him that an old man, who lived at some distance, could furnish him with such as he needed. He sent her to get some. She soon returned with her wrapper full. Manabozho told her that he had not enough, and sent her again. She came back with as many more.
Under the ruins lay crushed the mortal bodies of Pauppukkeewis and the manito. It was only then that Pauppukkeewis found that he was really dead. He had been killed before in the shapes of different animals, but now his body, in human shape, was crushed. Manabozho came and took his jee-bi, or spirit. "You," said he to Pauppukkeewis, "shall not be again permitted to live on the earth.
"Manabozho," called out the woodpecker, "your enemy has a weak point; shoot at the lock of hair on the crown of his head." He shot his first arrow and only drew blood in a few drops. The Manito made one or two unsteady steps, but recovered himself.
Whenever Manabozho, as he stood in the circle, saw a fat fowl which he fancied, pass by him, he adroitly wrung its neck and slipped it in his girdle, at the same time beating his drum and singing at the top of his lungs, to drown the noise of the fluttering, and crying out in a tone of admiration: "That's the way, my brothers; that's the way!"
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