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Bring me leaves of the birch and cedar twigs; I will make medicine for moose, she added. "Manitoshaw obediently disappeared in the woods. It was a grove of birch and willow, with two good springs. Down below was a marshy place. Nawakewee had bidden the maiden look for nibbled birch and willow twigs, for the moose loves to eat them, and to have her arrow ready upon the bow-string.
"As the two women lay down to sleep they could hear the ponies munch the rich grass in an open spot near by. Through the smoke hole of the pine-bough wigwam Manitoshaw gazed up into the starry sky, and dreamed of what she would do on the morrow when she should surprise the wily moose. Her grandmother was already sleeping so noisily that it was enough to scare away the game.
"Kangiska declared by signs that he would go home with Manitoshaw to the Cree camp, for he loved her. They went home, and the young man hunted for the unfortunate Cree band during the rest of his life. "His father waited a long time on the island and afterward searched the shore, but never saw him again. He supposed that those footprints he saw were made by Crees who had killed his son."
They pitched their wigwam just out of sight of the lake, and hobbled their ponies. Then the old woman said to Manitoshaw: "'Go, my granddaughter, to the outlet of the Wanagiska, and see if there are any moose tracks there. When I was a young woman, I came here with your father's father, and we pitched our tent near this spot. In the night there came three different moose.
If we stay here they will find us. I fear, I fear them, Manitoshaw! "At last the brave maid convinced her grandmother, and the more easily as she too was hungry for meat. They went to where the big game lay among the bushes, and began to dress the moose." "I think, if I were they, I would hide all day.
"Doubtless the wind was blowing the other way. But, nephew, you must let me finish my story. "Overjoyed by her success, the maiden hastened back to Nawakawee, but she was gone! The ponies were gone, too, and the wigwam of branches had been demolished. While Manitoshaw stood there, frightened and undecided what to do, a soft voice came from behind a neighboring thicket: "'Manitoshaw! Manitoshaw!
She took down her dead father's second bow and quiver full of arrows, and begged her old grandmother to accompany her to Lake Wanagiska, where she knew that moose had oftentimes been found. I forgot to tell you that her name was Manitoshaw. "This Manitoshaw and her old grandmother, Nawakewee, took each a pony and went far up into the woods on the side of the mountain.
She ran down to the spring and hastily splashed handsful of the cold water in her face; then she looked for a moment in its mirror-like surface. There was the reflection of two moose by the open shore and beyond them Manitoshaw seemed to see a young man standing. In another moment all three had disappeared. "'What is the matter with my eyes? I am not fully awake yet, and I imagine things.
"Hush, my boy; never interrupt a storyteller." I took a stick and began to level off the ashes in front of me, and to draw a map of the lake, the outlet, the moose and Manitoshaw. Away off to one side was the solitary wigwam, Nawakewee and the ponies. "Manitoshaw's heart was beating so loud that she could not hear anything," resumed my uncle.
Then she hid herself in the bushes near by, for she knew that Manitoshaw must return there. "'Come, my granddaughter, we must hasten home by another way, cried the old woman. "But the maiden said, 'No, let us go first to my two moose that I killed this morning and take some meat with us. "'No, no, my child; the Sioux are cruel. They have killed many of our people.
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