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Nanahboozhoo, however, easily thwarted their evil schemes, but at length some of them were so bad that his anger was aroused and he exerted all his magic power. "'Moose you are by name, he said to them, 'and for your bad deeds I change you into the animals after whom you are named. Hereafter you will live in the swamps, among the willows and young birch.
"The smell of the smoke of the tobacco had so pleased Nanahboozhoo that he asked the giant to give him some. The giant refused in a very surly fashion, saying that he only gave portions of it away to his friends the Munedoos, who came once a year to smoke with him.
"Let us now go ashore, on one of these islands," said Sagastao, "and have our lunch." "And a Nanahboozhoo story after," put in Minnehaha. This plan was just what the Indians were thinking about, and so in a short time they were all on the shore.
"Nanahboozhoo had, as usual, been playing some of his pranks on them, and that was why they were determined to kill Nokomis." "What were some of the tricks that Nanahboozhoo had been up to this time?" asked Sagastao. "It would take me too long to tell you now," replied Souwanas.
"Then Nanahboozhoo showed the mother that the roots were to be pounded and made into a drink and a poultice. The glad mother quickly carried out his instructions and the little girl was soon well again. The Indians have ever since been very thankful to Nanahboozhoo for letting them know of this plant, which they still use for such purposes and which they call snakeroot.
"And as it is to be for sweeties let us have a nice sweet story of Nanahboozhoo this time." "A sweet story you want? Well, before I begin let us fix up the fire and all get comfortably seated around it." Then, as they usually did, the two white children cuddled as close to the inimitable story-teller as they could.
Sometimes the watchers appointed to look after it, especially in the summer months, would forget to add fresh fuel, or would go to sleep and neglect it. Then they would have to send off to some perhaps distant wigwam, where the people had been more careful, and secure some live coals from them. "Nanahboozhoo was troubled about this.
He said her stories neither frightened them nor made them cry, but Souwanas was the boss man to tell Nanahboozhoo stories. He said they got up before anybody was stirring, that morning, and dressed themselves so quietly that nobody heard them. They remembered the trail along which Souwanas and Jakoos had carried them.
"This is the Indian tradition of the origin of the patches of lichen attached to the bare rocks. The Indians still call them 'no-scabs, and when boiled they make a kind of jelly food which is a little better than starvation. "Then Nanahboozhoo, although his back was bleeding from his sliding down the rough rocks, continued walking, sometimes along the shore and sometimes in the thick bush.
"The morning of the very day on which the deputation of the rosebushes arrived Nanahboozhoo had returned from one of his short adventures.
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