"What is the trouble, grandchild," cried the old woman. But the boy
could not answer. "Did you see anything unnatural?" He shook his head,
"no." He made signs to the grandmother that his lungs were pressing so
hard against his sides that he could not talk. He kept beating his side
with his clenched hands. The grandmother got out her medicine bag,
made a prayer to the Great Spirit to drive out the evil spirit that had
entered her grandson's body, and after she had applied the medicine, the
prayer must have been heard and answered, as the boy commenced telling
her what he had heard and seen.

The grandmother went to the chief's tent and told what her grandson had
seen. The chief sent two brave warriors to the lake to ascertain whether
it was true or not. The two warriors crept to the little hill close to
the lake, and there, sure enough, the lake was swarming with little men
swimming about, splashing the water high up into the air. The warriors,
too, were scared and hurried home, and in the council called on their
return told what they had seen. The boy was brought to the council
and given the seat of honor (opposite the door), and was named "Wankan
Wanyanka" (sees holy).

The lake had formerly borne the name of Truth Lake, but from this time
on was called "Wicasa-bde"--Man Lake.

THE HERMIT, OR THE GIFT OF CORN

In a deep forest, far from the villages of his people, lived a hermit.
His tent was made of buffalo skins, and his dress was made of deer skin.
Far from the haunts of any human being this old hermit was content to
spend his days.

All day long he would wander through the forest studying the different
plants of nature and collecting precious roots, which he used as
medicine. At long intervals some warrior would arrive at the tent of
the old hermit and get medicine roots from him for the tribe, the old
hermit's medicine being considered far superior to all others.

After a long day's ramble in the woods, the hermit came home late, and
being very tired, at once lay down on his bed and was just dozing off
to sleep, when he felt something rub against his foot. Awakening with a
start, he noticed a dark object and an arm was extended to him, holding
in its hand a flint pointed arrow.

The hermit thought, "This must be a spirit, as there is no human being
around here but myself!" A voice then said: "Hermit, I have come to
invite you to my home." "How (yes), I will come," said the old hermit.
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