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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Tell us, Souwanas," said Sagastao one very cold day, as they were gathered around his wigwam fire, "how it was that Nanahboozhoo stole the fire from those who were guarding it and gave it to the Indians."
They, with many other kinds of migrating birds, were busy nesting. The sweet songsters around the home were everyday companions, and, while the children loved them as much as ever, the excitement of their coming had died away. So when one day they saw Souwanas coming over the now sparkling waters in his canoe they were delighted to welcome him.
"Thus freed from his tormentors, he very rapidly grew up to manhood and became a great hunter, and was kind to his grandmother as long as she lived." Souwanas Tells of the Origin and Queer Doings of Nanahboozhoo How He Lost His Brother Nahpootee, the Wolf Why the Kingfisher Wears a White Collar. "Who was this Nanahboozhoo that we are hearing so much about?"
As usual, when he reached the shore the contents of his canoe were examined speedily. There the children found a couple of beavers that had but lately been trapped, and a dozen or more muskrats that Souwanas had speared in the marshes. These animals were the result of one night's hunting, and now Souwanas was on his way home to have them skinned and the pelts prepared for sale to the fur traders.
"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.
At this the lad had nothing to say, for in spite of his apparent brusqueness his heart melted more quickly, and his eyes filled easier with tears, at a pathetic story, than did his sister's. "Well, go ahead, Souwanas," said Sagastao. "We each have a pocket handkerchief, and when they are used up you can lend us a blanket."
Amid their chat and laughter, for these white children were taught, like Indian children, not to be afraid of a few scratches or a little pain, Minnehaha, who was industriously wiping the blood from some wounds on her little white hands with her apron, said: "How is it, Souwanas, that all these rosebushes and briers have such sharp thorns on them?"
"The Indians," replied Souwanas, "under the leadership of Nanahboozhoo made such a war upon them that they were soon annihilated." Welcome Springtime in the Northland How Nanahboozhoo Killed the Great White Sea Lion, the Chief of the Magicians The Revenge The Flood Escape of Nanahboozhoo and the Animals on the Raft The Creation of a New World.
"But is that all about the story of Waubenoo and the children?" said Minnehaha. "Yes," said Souwanas, "until we come to the next. For a long time after Gray Wolf received the beating he kept away from them, although his heart was full of anger and revenge.
She was not slow in availing herself of the opportunity afforded of giving Souwanas and Kennedy a vigorous scolding for nearly breaking the hearts of her precious darlings, by killing in their presence some of the birds whose play they had often watched for hours together.
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