Part 15 (1/2)

”Ah!” I exclaimed, ”I wish I had been with Manitoshaw then!”

”Hush, my boy; never interrupt a storyteller”

I took a stick and began to level off the ashes in front of me, and to draw a map of the lake, the outlet, the moose and Manitoshaay off to one side was the solitary am, Naee and the ponies

”Manitoshaw's heart was beating so loud that she could not hear anything,” resureen and chewed the a pinch of pulverized tobacco and paint into the spring for Manitou, the spirit

”Aht by aher heavy bow

The er, walked leisurely toward the spring One was a large fe

”As they passed Manitoshaw, ot to let fly an arrow The mother moose seemed to look in her direction, but did not see her They had fairly passed her hiding-place when she stepped forth and sent a swift arrow into the side of the larger moose Both dashed into the thick woods, but it was too late The Cree maiden had already loosened her second arrow Both fell dead before reaching the shore”

”Uncle, she must have had a splendid ais reat excitement

”Yes, but you must remember she was very near the moose”

”It seems to me, then, uncle, that they must have scented her, for you have told me that they possess the keenest nose of any ani the other way But, nephew, you must let me finish my story

”Overjoyed by her success, the one! The ponies were gone, too, and the am of branches had been dehtened and undecided what to do, a soft voice ca thicket:

”'Manitoshaw! Manitoshaw! I anized, the voice and found it to be Naho told a strange story Thattwo , and to deceive thewam, and drove the ponies off toward home Then she hid herself in the bushes near by, for she knew that Manitoshaw hter, we must hasten home by another way,' cried the old woo first toand take some meat with us'

”'No, no, my child; the Sioux are cruel They have killed many of our people If we stay here they will find us I fear, I fear therandry forthe bushes, and began to dress the moose”

”I think, if I were they, I would hide all day I would wait until the Sioux had gone; then I would go back to my moose,” I interrupted for the third time

”I will finish the story first; then you ly

”The two Sioux were father and son They too had coame usually retreated to the island, Chatansapa had landed his son Kangiska to hunt them on the shore while he returned in his canoe to intercept their flight The youngthe sandy beach and soon discovered their tracks He followed them up and found blood on the trail This astonished hi dead He exale Cree arrow Wishi+ng to surprise the hunter if possible, Kangiska lay hidden in the bushes

”After a little while the tomen returned to the spot They passed hi He saw at once that the maiden had arrows in her quiver like those that had slain the big iska looked upon the beautiful Cree ot hiht the little stir a the bushes, but she iiska believed that she had not seen anything, At last her eyestold both that all ell Then theer

He arose suddenly and the old woht But Manitoshaw said:

”'Fear not, grandmother; we are two and he is only one'

”While the toiska ether, and they all ate of the moose meat