^l^i] FICTION 325 



sat there. Doonongaes said, " I have come to visit 3'ou." The old 

 man did not hear. Thrice Doonongaes spolie but received no answer. 

 Then he looked for a club. Finding one, he hit the old man on the 

 top of the head, saying, " Do you not hear me 'i '" The old man never 

 moved, out muttered, " Mice must have fallen from above my head. 

 No matter." Doonongaes, thinking what kind of man is this, 

 struck him again. Thereupon the old man, lifting up his hair and 

 tying it back so that he could see, asked, "What are you here for? " 

 " I came to visit you," said Doonongaes. " I do not want a visit from 

 you. Be off! " he commanded. Doonongaes, who was nearly freez- 

 ing to death from the extreme cold, retorted : " Be quiet I do not get 

 excited.'' " Oh I I do not care for other people." said the old man. 

 " What did you come here for? "" " I came to ask a question. Do you 

 know where Deanohdjes lives T' asked Doonongaes. "Yes; he 

 lives in the middle of the ice lake over yonder," said the old man. 

 "■Do you know whether he is at home today T' said Doonongaes. 

 •' Oh, you could not go to him today ; it used to take me 10 -'"^ days and 

 nights to go to his place." said the old man. " Is there a trail? " in- 

 <}uired Doonongaes. " Yes, you will find my tracks," said the old 

 man, who was a white bear. 



Now it grew colder and colder while Doonongaes traveled half a 

 day before he reached the place whei'e Tsodiqgwadon's father lived. 

 He found an open space in the ice. After standing there a while ho 

 saw a man with great teeth rising from the water. The man said 

 to Doonongaes, " What do you come here for i " " Your son sent me. 

 There is to be a great council at Broken Land. All the people of the 

 world will be there," answered Doonongaes. " AVhat is the council 

 for?" asked Deanohdjes. "I do not know; your son has not told 

 me," replied Doonongaes. " Well. I will start in 20 days from now," 

 rejoined the elder man. 



Trembling with cold, Doonongaes turned back without delay. In 

 1 -"^ days he was at Hanging Rock. Tsodiqgwadon asked, " Have you 

 seen my father?" " Yes," replied Doonongaes. "Well, what did he 

 say?" w-as the next question. "He said that he would start in 20 

 days," answered Doonongaes. " Let us go to Broken Land," said 

 Tsodiqgwadon. They started, but as they had 10 days' time and it 

 was only one day's journey to Broken Land, they went southward 

 to look around. The next day near sunset they saw a man coming 

 toward them. "Who is that coming?" asked Tsodiqgwadon; '"he 

 looks like a chief. AVhat a great headdress he has! [He had long 

 feathers and much wampum.] He looks like a great man, for his 

 face is painted red and black." Doonongaes said, "Let us chase 

 him." "What shall we do with him if we catch him?" asked 

 Tsodiqgwadon. " I will take hold of his head and you of his feet, 

 and thus we will stretch him," answered Doonongaes. " Very well,'* 



