windigo's

Updated: September 17, 2025

While parties went up the river and down the river, and talked about the chutes in the rapids where a victim could be sucked down to death in an instant, or about tracing the windigo's secret camp, Archange hid herself in the attic. She lay upon Michel's bed and wept, or walked the plank floor. It was no place for her. At noon the bark roof heated her almost to fever.

Mary Hartwell Catherwood - The Chase of Saint-Castin and Other Stories of the French in the New World