WOODMYTH & FABLE 



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Usay 



THE DOINGS OF A LITTLE FIB 



HY, O Sequibonosa, do 

 the Canoe-Birch and 

 the Balsam grow not to- 

 gether like good neigh- 

 bors, and why does the lightning pass 

 them by to strike the Oak and the Ash ? " 

 " Well found, my little Sha-ka-skanda- 

 wayo ! Now I know you have the eye of 

 the hunter, for you have seen a truth. 

 Listen, and I will tell you of the ancient 

 things that made it so." 



Here, then, is his tale done into modem 

 English, in case there should be some 

 who do not speak Ojibway. 



Long ago a little idle Rumor was flit- 

 ting from tree to tree in the woods of 

 Shebandowan. He had nothing to do 

 but to preen his wings and move his ears, 



