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Ningabiun feared that his son was going to push him off and cried out: "Hold, my son, thou knowest not my power and that it is impossible to kill me. Desist and I will portion out to thee as much power as I have given to thy brothers. The four quarters of the globe are theirs, but thou canst do more than they, if thou wilt help the people of the earth.
So when Michabo's grandmother had told him of the misdeeds of his father, Michabo rose up and called out to the four corners of the world: 'Now go I forth to slay the West Wind to avenge the death of my mother. "At last he found Ningabiun on the top of a high mountain, his cheeks puffed out and his headdress waving back and forth.
"But Michabo had mightier deeds to do than the slaying of the fat deer or the netting of the salmon. His father was the mighty West Wind, Ningabiun, and he had slain his wife, the mother of Michabo.
But the West insisted "There must be something you are afraid of." "Well, I will tell you," says Manabozho, "what it is." He made an effort to speak, but it seemed to be too much for him. "Out with it," said Ningabiun, or the West, fetching Manabozho such a blow on the back as shook the mountain with its echo. "Je-ee, je-ee it is," said Manabozho, apparently in great pain. "Yeo, yeo!
At first they talked peacefully together and the West Wind told Michabo that only one thing in all the world could bring harm to him, and that was the black rock. "'Wert thou the cause of my mother's death? questioned Michabo, his eyes flashing, and Ningabiun calmly answered 'Yes. "So Michabo in his fury picked up a piece of black rock and struck at Ningabiun with all his might.
They had no sooner separated for the evening than Manabozho was striding off the couple of hundred miles necessary to bring him to the place where black rock was to be procured, while down the other side of the mountain hurried Ningabiun.
And now either rallied, and Manabozho poured in a tempest of black rock, while Ningabiun discharged a shower of bulrush. Blow upon blow, thwack upon thwack they fought hand to hand until black rock and bulrush were all gone.
"I shall set out in the morning to visit him." His grandmother would have discouraged him; saying it was a long distance to the place where his father, Ningabiun, or the West, lived.
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