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Michel wanted to squat by the chimney and listen until Louizon came in; but she drove him out early. Louizon was kind to the orphan, who had been in some respects a failure, and occasionally let him sleep on blankets or skins by the hearth instead of groping to the dark attic. And if Michel ever wanted to escape the attic, it was to-night, when a windigo was abroad. But Louizon did not come.
"If you strike her, I will kill you!" warned Jacques, and he sprung into the boat. The superstitious Chippewas threw themselves madly into their canoes to follow. It would go hard, but they would get the windigo and take the young seignior out of her spell. The Frenchmen, with man's instinct for the chase, were in full cry with them.
The Indian woman made as if she would rise in anger and crossed herself. "O, Pani, tell the story. Why, it was night you always say. And so I ought to have some night-sight or knowledge. And you were feeling lonely and miserable, and why, how do you know it was not a windigo?" "Child! child! you set one crazy! It was flesh and blood, a squaw with a blanket about her and a great bundle in her arms.
At one moment it feels as if you would be submerged, then you ride up on top with a shout. Cubenic said the Sieur stood it as bravely as any Indian. Why if your boat was overturned you could swim." "But there's a current that sucks you in. And there's a strange woman, a windigo, who haunts the rapids and drags you down and eats you." "I don't believe such nonsense.
And she played the fife. When she came up from the kitchen with the smoking pail of tea, she rapped on the door and called out to know whether the Windigo was at home to-night. She ran in and out of the place like a squirrel. She looked up at the light and laughed. Then she ran in and reported. "He winks," she said, "old one-eye winks beautifully. Keep him going. My turn now!"
The Chippewa widow usually passed over this threat in silence; but, threading a lock with the comb, she now said, "Best not go to the lodges awhile." "Why?" inquired Archange. "Have the English already arrived? Is the tribe dissatisfied?" "Don't know that." "Then why should I not go to the lodges?" "Windigo at the Sault now." Archange wheeled to look at her face. The widow was unmoved.
It was told that the windigo, who entered his house again in the night, must have made way with him. Jacques Repentigny heard this with some amusement. Of windigos he had no experience, but he had hunted and camped much of the summer with Louizon. "I do not think he would let himself be knocked on the head by a woman," said Jacques.
"Look at the boy," laughed Archange. "He will not want to go to the lodges any more after dark." The widow remarked, noting Michel's fat legs and arms, "Windigo like to eat him." "I would kill a windigo," declared Michel, in full revolt. "Not so easy to kill a windigo. Bad spirits help windigos. If man kill windigo and not tear him to pieces, he come to life again."
The voyageurs, following the Indian example, threw a votive offering of tobacco into the boiling cauldron, for the benefit of the dreaded Windigo. Then, shouldering canoes and cargo, they made their way along the portage to the upper stream, and, launching and reloading the canoes, proceeded on their journey.
The Expedition The Lake of the Woods A Night Alarm A close Shave Rainy River A Night Paddle Fort Francis A Meeting The Officer commanding the Expedition The Rank and File The 60th Rifles A Windigo Ojibbeway Bravery Canadian Volunteers. I had added another man to my crew, which now numbered seven hands, the last accession was a French half-breed, named Morrisseau.
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