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and reported what had happened. One of their friends who had received a blessing 
from thunder determined to destroy the monster. His thunder manido smashed up 
all the rocks in the vicinity and killed the evil manido. The Indians then took a 
large pail, cut up the carcass, cooked it, and threw the pieces in different directions ” 
(Pegahmagabow and Jonas King). 
Old John Manatuwaba gave a slightly different account of this manido: 
“ The husband of Bemikkuang’s daughter died in the woods during the winter, 
after a long illness. Before he died his wife promised to take his body back to his 
people, and as soon as spring came and the rivers thawed she prepared to carry out 
the promise. Before she was ready to leave a manido appeared to her in a vision 
and said ‘ In a certain lake that you must cross there lives an evil manido which 
will try to kill you. Make a paddle not of hardwood, but of cedar, and when it 
laps its tail over your canoe strike it with your paddle/ The woman made a paddle 
of cedar and started out with her little child and the body of her husband. The 
evil manido followed her as soon as she entered the lake, and when she reached the 
middle it hooked its huge tail over the gunwale in front of her. But the woman 
struck it with her paddle, and the monster disappeared beneath the water. So she 
reached her home in safety. 
The manido then went up French river, where a party of Indians had camped 
near the water while they gathered maple syrup in the vicinity. The child of a 
certain woman cried incessantly until its mother, losing patience, drove it outside the 
wigwam. After a time the crying ceased, and when the mother searched for the 
child she could find it nowhere. Close to the camp was a sandy beach that termin- 
ated in a rocky cliff, and a medicine-man (knsabindugeyunini) whom the parents 
called in to aid them in their search discovered that the evil manido had imprisoned 
the child in the cliff. The people blocked its entrance with huge maple logs and 
prayed to thunder for help. Thunder struck the cliff and killed the evil manido, 
but the child was already dead. When the Indians went to examine the monster’s 
corpse they saw the broken tail and recognized that it was the same manido as had 
attacked the women. They cut it into strips and put the pieces into two large pots 
to boil; the water bubbled over from one to another as the body tried in vain to 
reunite. After they had boiled it thoroughly the Indians threw the pieces in different 
directions. 
Grandparents now advise their daughters not to lose patience with their 
children, lest some evil manido carry them away.” 
