es were in the act of running off, when
Manabozho cried out, "My grandchildren, where are you going? Stop, and
I will go with you." He appeared rejoiced to see the old wolf, and
asked him whither he was journeying. Being told that they were looking
out for a place, where they could find most game, to pass the winter,
he said he should like to go with them, and addressed the old wolf in
the following words: "Brother, I have a passion for the chase; are you
willing to change me into a wolf?" He was answered favorably, and his
transformation immediately effected.

Manabozho was fond of novelty. He found himself a wolf corresponding in
size with the others, but he was not quite satisfied with the change,
crying out, "Oh, make me a little larger." They did so. "A little larger
still," he exclaimed. They said, "Let us humor him," and granted his
request. "Well," said he, "_that_ will do." He looked at his tail. "Oh!"
cried he, "do make my tail a little longer and more bushy." They did so.
They then all started off in company, dashing up a ravine. After getting
into the woods some distance, they fell in with the tracks of moose. The
young ones went after them, Manabozho and the old wolf following at
their leisure. "Well," said the wolf, "who do you think is the fastest
of the boys? can you tell by the jumps they take?" "Why," he replied,
"that one that takes such long jumps, he is the fastest, to be sure."
"Ha! ha! you are mistaken," said the old wolf. "He makes a good start,
but he will be the first to tire out; this one, who appears to be
behind, will be the one to kill the game." They then came to the place
where the boys had started in chase. One had dropped his small bundle.
"Take that, Manabozho," said the old wolf. "Esa," he replied, "what will
I do with a dirty dogskin?" The wolf took it up; it was a beautiful
robe. "Oh, I will carry it now," said Manabozho. "Oh no," replied the
wolf, who at the moment exerted his magic power; "it is a robe of
pearls!" And from this moment he omitted no occasion to display his
superiority, both in the hunter's and magician's art, above his
conceited companion. Coming to a place where the moose had lain down,
they saw that the young wolves had made a fresh start after their prey.
"Why," said the wolf, "this moose is poor. I know by the tracks, for I
can always tell whether they are fat or not." They next came to a place
where one of the wolves had bit at the moose, and had broken one of