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Updated: May 2, 2025
It was the first time he had made an upright figure. It seemed to be the first idea of a man. It was now nearly right. The bats were flying through the air, and the roar of wild beasts began to be heard. A gusty wind swept in from the ocean and passed over the island of Metowac, casting the light sand to and fro.
Metowac, or as the white people now call it, Long Island, was originally a vast plain, so level and free from any kind of growth that it looked like a portion of the great sea that had suddenly been made to move back and let the sand below appear, which was, in fact, the case. Here it was that Chemanitou used to come and sit when he wished to bring any new creation to life.
The lobster eyes were like a living coal. Chemanitou opened the side of the image, but he did not enter. He had given it hands and a chin. It could smile like the manitoes themselves. He made it walk all about the island of Metowac, that he might see how it would act. This he did by means of his will. He now put a little life into it, but he did not take out the fire.
Accordingly it was the custom of Chemanitou, when he wished to try the effect of these creatures, to set them in motion upon the island of Metowac, and if they did not please him, he took the life away from them again. He would set up a mammoth, or other large animal, in the centre of the island, and build it up with great care, somewhat in the manner that a cabin or a canoe is made.
The manitoes crowded to Metowac to see what was the matter. Chemanitou came also, for he remembered the image he had cast in there of which he had forgotten to take away the life. Suddenly there was a great rising of the stones and sand, the sky grew black with wind and dust. Fire played about on the ground, and water gushed high into the air.
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