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"Well," replied Sagastao, "if you will tell us better stories than those Souwanas can tell us about Nanahboozhoo, all right, we will listen to them. But, mind you, we are going to hear his Nanahboozhoo stories too." "O, indeed," said Mary, with a contemptuous toss of her head, "there are many stories better than those of his old Nanahboozhoo."
"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.
Mary bridled up with indignation, but before she could utter a word the arms of Sagastao were around her neck, and he cried: "Forgive me, sakehou! for speaking so foolishly. I do remember now that you had left the kitchen with baby before Minnehaha asked the question." This prompt apology and the sweet word "sakehow" restored harmony, and Mary was now anxious to please them.
For a time there was quite a deadlock, as no name could be decided upon. "Now that you have all spoken," said Souwanas, "and cannot come to any agreement, I, as chief, will make the final decision. This is the first white child born among us, as Sagastao and Minnehaha, whom we all love, were born at Norway House, among the Crees.
But it was a long time before he had an opportunity to get his revenge on them for the death of his brother. How he did it I will tell you at some future time." The Legend of the Bad Boy How He was Carried Away by Annungitee, and How He was Rescued by His Mother. "Tell us, Mary, a story about the boys of the old times among the Indians," said Sagastao.
"Tell us, Kinnesasis," said Sagastao, "how it was that that old man and his daughters first obtained the fire which Nanahboozhoo so cleverly stole from them and gave to the Indians long ago." At first Kinnesasis hesitated about telling the old legend, saying that he did not think the father and mother of the children would care for such stories. "Don't they, though!" cried the children.
"Then the wolverine tried to put on his coat, but, alas! he found his legs had been shortened and his feet very much flattened out by the terrible crushing he had had under that big stone which he had been so foolish as to challenge to a race." "Guess he didn't run many more races," said Sagastao.
Souwanas and their father were chatting together while the children were turning the ducks and rabbits over. "See what red eyes some of the ducks have," said Sagastao. "They look as though they had been crying." "Guess you would have cried too," rather indignantly replied Minnehaha, "if you had been shot as they were."
Now tell us another story." But here Minnehaha interposed. "I think," said she, "we had better go home now, for father and mother may begin to think they have lost their little ones." "Let us wait until dark," said Sagastao, "and then Mary won't see our dirty clothes!" For their greasy fingers had soiled them badly.
Thus was the old story-teller addressed by Sagastao, who always was anxious to learn about those who interested him. The old man began in this way: "When the great mountains are wrapped in the clouds we do not see them very well. So it is with Nanahboozhoo.
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