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"O, pshaw, Sakehow," said Sagastao; "do not be so touchy. I deserved the talking to that papa gave me. It was wrong of me to whack that Indian boy with my bat as I did, and I ought to have been punished; so if you have any jolly good stories about bad Indian boys, and how they were punished, why, let us have one."
They were surprised that Gray Wolf had so suddenly stopped his visits, and that he seemed so dejected and sullen. Naturally their curiosity was excited, and they were anxious to find out what had happened." "Better to have been minding their own business," broke in young Sagastao, who seemed to see the drift of the story.
It did him good, however, for after that he was never rude and saucy to his mother and did all he could to help her." "Did it do the mother any good?" asked Sagastao, who had not been altogether satisfied with her treatment of the boy.
Souwanas was, however, too clever to be caught trying to answer a question that, although asked by a child, was beyond his knowledge, so he resorted to his calumet, and as the smoke of it began to taint the air Sagastao said, "Well, Souwanas, can you tell us where you Indians first got your tobacco?"
"Both done by Nanahboozhoo," said the old man with a smile, as he took his pipe out of his mouth. "Hurrah for Nanahboozhoo!" shouted the lad. This outburst on the part of Sagastao at once attracted the attention of the others to him and Minnehaha wanted to know what was the matter now. "Why, did you not hear?
It must be very cold there when the winter comes." "Well, I think that, as likely as not, it was its own fault that it lost its feathers," said Sagastao, and then he added as he poked the rank bird over with a stick: "I would not be surprised to hear that Nanahboozhoo had something to do with it."
"Yes," said Sagastao, "and our old Mary is trying to get the women to oppose the name that Souwanas will offer, just because she is down on him. But I'll bet he will beat her yet." "You should not say, 'I'll bet. Mother has often told you that it was very rude," reprovingly said little Minnehaha. "You never learned it from father or mother. You must have picked that up from some rough trader."
Sagastao erect and fearless, with a club about as large as an ordinary cane, while behind him, leaning against a high fallen log, was Minnehaha. Surrounding them were several fierce, wolfish Indian dogs, among whom Jack and Cuffy, wild and furious, were now making dire havoc. One after another, wounded and limping, the curs skulked away as the two men rushed up to the children.
"Never mind that," said Sagastao; "we will make up for it in winter time, when it gets dark at four o'clock." With Sagastao on one side of her in the big canoe and Minnehaha on the other their favorite positions when listening to her fascinating stories as she crooned them out in her soft, musical Cree Mary told them the story.
In the joyousness of those happy days up in those high latitudes, when the changes of every twenty-four hours can easily be noticed, Sagastao and Minnehaha for a time troubled neither Souwanas nor Mary for Indian legends or stories.
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