Bol 
“T am going to King Snake’s house to doctor him,” answered the frog- 
lady. 
“Why, what is the matter with King Snake, grandma ?” 
“One great god, Manabush, shot King Snake for revenge.” 
“Grandma, teach me your medicine,” broke in Manabush. “I will pay 
you.” 
Tempted with the promised pay, the old medicine-frog-lady told him all 
about her doctoring and medicine songs. Then after he had learned all 
she could impart, he killed her and, skinning her, put the skin on himself. 
He then took the rattle and the pack of basswood bark and started for the 
village where King Snake lived. On the way he stopped where the old frog- 
lady had lived. There he made himself much at home and waited an invita- 
tion to doctor. The evening following his arrival, a messenger came to hin 
saying: “Grandma, you are again requested to come and doctor King 
Snake.” 
“All right,” answered Manabush. 
Then imitating the old frog-lady, he started to finish his killing of King 
Snake. Moreover, realizing the dire results that would follow, he got a 
lot of trees together for a raft, as he journeyed toward that snake’s house. 
Getting everything in readiness, he entered that reptile’s yard. As he 
entered the door he noticed his nephew’s skin hanging as a curtain to the 
doorway. The sight of it made him feel so badly that he almost cried. He 
entered the house, they, of course, supposing him to be the old-medicine- 
frog-lady. They had him enter the room where King Snake lay very weak 
and sick. On entering, he took his rattles and started to sing the medicine 
songs he had learned from the aged frog-lady. As he sung, he crawled 
nearer and nearer to King Snake’s side. As he did so, he saw that the arrow 
he had shot at the previous time was still imbeded in the flesh with the 
broken end still sticking out. He waited. At the opportune moment he 
pushed the arrow completely in and instantly killed King Snake. He then 
immediately fled from the house, singing to cover his tracks and to pre- 
vent suspicion. 
He knew the consequence of his act and made with all speed for his raft, 
and none too soon, for while he was still running the water reached knee 
deep in depth. The raft also began to float away just as he got on it. Soon 
then the whole world was submerged. In this catastrophe the animals com- 
menced to swim around trying to get somewhere where they would be 
safe from the raging waters. Some succeeded in getting onto the raft; 
others hung to it. For four days they were floating as if it were in the 
middle of a great ocean; there was no land to be seen anywhere. The 
whole land surface of the earth had been swallowed up. 
Manabush had forgotten to get a handful of dirt from mother earth 
before getting aboard his raft. So on this fourth day of tempestuous 
waters he called a council, saying: “We must do something. We can not 
stay here on this raft for all time. We must get some dirt.” 
In accordance with the decision of the council, Manabush chose Beaver, 
Otter, Loon, and Muskrat as divers to try their hands in getting some earth 
