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seemed too small to take time to cut a tree down on which to Gross. 9 Fur- 
thermore, he could see the moose only just a little farther on, staggering 
with fatigue, and, by crossing immediately, he could soon overtake it. He 
could even taste fresh meat, he imagined, the moose being so sure his. <As 
he jumped, the stream instantly swelled its dimensions to a raging torrent 
and swept him away with it. It had been caused to become a large river 
by the great Snake God who lived near a sand point that projected into the 
lake a little way off from the outlet of the river. This snake god’s home was 
on an island just beyond the sand point. Here he lived in company with 
many other snakes and other animals that live in the water. Here they 
had their lodges, as did the bear family. These snakes and beasts were the 
great evil enemies of our race. Here to this island the wolf was taken 
prisoner. There he was killed and skinned and his hide was used to cover 
the door-way of the principal lodge of the place where the greater part of 
the snakes went in and out in their strollings about. 
Following along behind, Manabush tracked his nephew to this second 
stream, now a big river, and found that his tracks ended there. At once he 
knew he had disobeyed his orders of the morning when he had told him to 
cut a tree across every stream he came to. He had cut one tree down and 
had crossed the stream there safely. Now he had disobeyed orders ane 
had tried to jump the stream, but was taken by the current. And the 
stream getting larger and swifter as it passed out toward the lake, took him 
out with it to the residence of King Snake. There this snake and his 
companions had killed him and took his hide for a door-cover for the 
snakes’ passage-way. Finding that the tracks ended at the stream-crossing 
and that he had undoubtedly been swept out into the lake, Manabush started 
down its winding course, hoping against hope that he might find him 
stranded and yet alive, or might be lucky enough to find his body. if dead. 
He had luck in obtaining desired information, but not his comrade’s body. 
As he neared the stream’s mouth, he saw a bird looking down into the 
water. He slipped slowly up to it and made a grab for its head. Unluckily, 
however, he just missed his hold and ruffed up the feathers on the back 
of its head and neck. The bird was Kingfisher. The top bunch of feathers 
on his head Manabush made by this stroke, by grabbing him by the head 
and slipping his hold. Escaping, the bird flew away a short distance and 
lit. Then looking back and seeing Manabush, he said: “I would have 
told you where your nephew has gone had you not grabbed me as you did.” 
Manabush, however, was equal to the occasion, for he knew the weak 
points in the make-up of the lives of all living things. Se he said to him: 
“Come over and tell me and I will make you a pretty bird.” In consequence 
of this promise, he flew near and teld him that his nephew had been killed 
by King Snake who lived near the sand point. He told him further that 
the snakes and bears and other water beasts come out on the sand point to 
sun themselves about noon each nice day and the King Snake would be 
the last one to come on shore. Manabush thanked him for the information 
and then “fixed him up” and made him a pretty bird by rubbing his breast 
with white clay and painting his body black-blue. 
