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in his life. At night it is not easy to distinguish manidos from sorcerers, 
whose souls also travel in the darkness to carry out their evil designs. 
Both may appear as flashes of light, but the soul of a sorcerer flashes two 
or three times, first in one place, then in another a mile or more away, 
whereas a manido flashes only once, or, if more than once, in approximately 
the same place. Thus one night Pegahmagabow saw a light go bouncing 
along a ridge on Parry island. He fired at it with his rifle, and the object 
disappeared in a blaze of sparks. It was a manido, not a sorcerer, because 
it did not flash intermittently in widely separated places. 
Jonas King’s family had a similar experience. His wife and son went 
to visit some relatives on Parry island. While returning home in the 
moonlight, driving one horse and leading another, their horses suddenly 
snorted and bolted. The woman looked back and saw two huge, long- 
necked animals on top of a nearby ridge, either manidos, or sorcerers who 
had transformed themselves into these strange beasts. She held tightly 
to her son, and he clung to the reins until the horses reached home. 
There may be a manido right beside you, although you are unconscious 
of its presence. When you are in danger think of them (or of your fore- 
fathers, whose shades may also be near) and they may come to your aid. 
Sometimes they will help you without being summoned. A few years ago 
Pegahmagabow was returning to his home with a sled-load of groceries 
He had crossed a sandspit and was dragging his sled down the slope onto 
the ice when it ran so quickly that it knocked him down. He broke through 
the ice into water that was far above his head, and feared he would drown. 
But suddenly his feet touched something that enabled him to leap forward 
nearer to the shore, where he could just touch the bottom. It was probably 
a manido that helped him. 
Strange phenomena that the Indians find themselves unable to explain 
are nearly always attributed to manidos. On French river there is a 
rock with a round hole about 3 feet deep in the top (a pot-hole?). Since 
no man could have dug so deep a hole in the hard rock it must have beer, 
made by a manido. Perhaps a manido dwells there still. At all events 
Indians passing by take the precaution of leaving a little tobacco to ensure 
its favour and have good luck. 
Near Shawanaga, a few miles north of Parry Sound, there lies a large 
rock, and beside it a smaller, “ baby ” rock resembling the head of a maski- 
nonge. Every Indian who passes by places a little tobacco beneath the 
“ baby’s” head, and white tourists sometimes leave a few coins there. If an 
Indian is short of tobacco or money he may borrow from this “ bank ” by 
saying to the rock “ I am empty-handed just now. Lend me some tobacco 
— or money — and I will repay you later.” One autumn five or six French- 
men, who had been fishing along the coast, stopped at the rock to offer 
tobacco and pray for a fair wind. But one of the crew mocked at the super- 
stition of his companions and defiled the “ baby’s ” head. They sailed 
away before a fair wind until they had covered half the distance to Pene- 
tanguishene, when suddenly the wind freshened, the boom swung over and 
struck the irreligious sailor on the head. He fell into the water, and was 
drowned. 
Off Midland harbour, again, there is a rocky island where two manidos 
fought long ago. The place is known to the Indians as the Giant’s Tomb. 
