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Soon their ears were greeted by a chorus of loud and angry yelping. Fear gave speed to both the men, and soon they dashed out from the forest into the opening of an Indian's clearing. Here was a sight that filled them with alarm, and almost terror. Standing on a pile of logs were little Sagastao and Minnehaha.
For a wonder, Sagastao was silent for a time; but at length he found something to say, and his words were a bit of a confession and promise of amendment: "Now that I know why it is that the prickles are on the wild roses I'll not get mad even if my fingers bleed when I am gathering a bouquet for mother." At this moment the two favorite dogs, Jack and Cuffy, came bounding up.
A man may on one hunting trip kill several bears or wolves, or many other animals, and there is not much said about it, but to kill a wolverine, that pest and scourge of the hunters, is indeed a feat that any man is proud of. "Why is it called a wolverine?" asked Sagastao. "Because it was once like a wolf, and had small feet and long legs, but now its legs are short and its feet are very large."
Even Sagastao and Minnehaha were rushing in and out of the house and running from one group of Indians to the other, full of eager inquiries and pleasant anticipations. What could it all be about? Let us ask the children, for such little people often know more than we are likely to give them credit for.
"Busy!" said the irrepressible Sagastao, who was shrewd beyond his years. "Busy! Why Souwanas would rather tell stories than do anything else unless to smoke his pipe." Then he glibly told Souwanas in Saulteaux what had passed between him and his father in English, and added, "Is that not so, Souwanas?"
He would sometimes rush after a herd of deer that had gone out swimming in the waters. He would catch and easily swallow several of them." "Well, I should think that the big horns of a moose or reindeer would give him some trouble to swallow," said Sagastao. "He was so large," said Souwanas, "that the horns or body of the largest deer did not seem to bother him in the least degree."
The marten tore at his burning breast as he dashed away into the woods. And from that day to this all martens have that whitish spot on their chests caused by that burn." "What became of the woman?" said Sagastao. "Never mind now. We have wasted too much time already on such a good-for-nothing conceited flirt," said Mary.
"What did he do after that?" asked Sagastao. "Not much, for a while; but after a time he decided to go away up North. Each fall, however, he comes and looks around to see how everything is going on. Then he rests on some of the mountains and has a big smoke, which settles down on the hillsides and valleys and makes the beautiful hazy time which we all call the Indian Summer."
But one day, while Waubenoo was away overhauling her traps, some of those wicked meddlers visited her wigwam and succeeded in getting one of the smallest ones I just forget now whether it was a boy or a girl." "A girl, of course," shouted Sagastao. "No, indeed; I am sure it was a naughty boy," said Minnehaha. "Well, no matter which; but one of them said: 'Nanahboozhoo!
There is, however, a queer one about how he came down and helped a poor orphan boy." "O, tell it to us just now," said Minnehaha, "while he is watching and listening." "Do, Mary," said Sagastao, "and Minnehaha and I will watch the old fellow and see how he likes to be talked about."
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