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Updated: May 15, 2025
The horse forgot his twenty years, sniffed the sweet bright air, and trotted like a colt; Nokomis Mountain looked blue and clear in the distance; Rebecca stood in the wagon, and apostrophized the landscape with sudden joy of living: "Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World, With the wonderful water round you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast, World, you are beautifully drest!"
One tribe called him Jouskeha, another Messou, another Manabozho, and another Hiawatha. His father was Mudjekeewis, the West Wind. There was an old woman named Nokomis, the granddaughter of the moon, who had a daughter whose name was Wenonah. She was the mother of twin boys, but at their birth she died and so did one of the boys.
How the papoose laughs and crows! Again Nokomis sings: "Who is this, eyelight bringing, To the roof of my lodge? It is I, hither swinging Dodge, baby, dodge." Over and over the lullaby is sung, now softer and now slower. The eyelids droop, and the little one is quiet. Good Bird had prepared the evening meal, but no one came to eat it.
But on the whole he was a friend, and although quick-tempered and fiery yet he did lots of fine things for the people, for he was really one of the best of the Munedoos of the early times. "When the time came for him to leave his grandmother's wigwam he built one for himself, and then he asked Nokomis to prepare for him the sacred magical musical sticks which she alone could make.
Slower and slower swings the cradle and the black eyes close in sleep. "What shall we name the little one?" asks the mother. Nokomis stands in the door of the wigwam. Through the trees she sees the blue water of the lake. White clouds are moving rapidly across the sky. "White Cloud shall be her name," answers Nokomis. Good Bird, the mother, smiles and nods.
Lake Nokomis was on the outskirts of Waloo and was a popular pleasure resort for Waloo people from June until September. A band played in the pavilion, there was a moving picture show, a merry-go-round with a wheezy organ, a roller coaster and many other amusement features, as well as several ice-cream parlors.
"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.
"When Nanahboozhoo informed Nokomis of the request of the people for his help to deliver them from the long hated Mooshekinnebik she was very much frightened, and more so when he told her of the strange and dangerous plan he was going to adopt to carry out his purpose. It was this: he was going to allow himself to be swallowed by this monster who had already destroyed so many people."
"If a hunter finds an arrow near the cornfield, he must say very loud: 'Little People, will you let me have this arrow? for it may have been shot from their bows. "If he takes it without asking, he may be hit with stones as he is walking home." "Tell me about the boy who was changed into a hunter spirit," said White Cloud. "There was once a boy," began Nokomis, "who ran away from home.
Then we shall need some pieces of the driest of wood to kindle a new fire." "Let me go, and I will help you look for dry wood. I know I am big enough to be a fire maker. Haven't I seen seven winters?" So Nokomis and White Cloud started on the trail that led to the wild forest. There great trees had died and fallen, and the branches had been decaying for many moons no one can tell how many.
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