wall near the door. They entered, and she walked out to meet the bear.
The animal came up with angry growls and swinging strides. The maiden
quickly opened the medicine-sack and took out some war feathers, paint,
and tufts of hair.

As the bear came up, the girl tossed them up in the air, saying,
"Behold, these are the magic arrows of my dead brother. These are the
magic war paints of my dead brother. This is the eagle's feather of my
dead brother, and these are the tufts of hair of wild animals he has
killed."

As she said these words and the things fell on the ground near the
animal, he tottered and fell. She called the brothers, and they rushed
out.

"Cut him into pieces quickly," she said, "or he will come to life
again."

They all set to work and cut the huge animal into small pieces, which
they tossed away. When they had finished, they saw, to their surprise,
that these pieces had turned into small, black bears, which had jumped
up and were running away in every direction. And it is from these
bears that the bears called the Makwas had their beginning.

[1] A manitou is the spirit of an Indian who has been killed. Manitous
often take the forms of animals when they come back to life.

[2] Wampum; long, narrow beads, sometimes made of shells. They were
usually blue and white and were often woven into a belt. They were
greatly treasured by the Indians.

THE SUMMER-MAKER

Once in the far north there lived a Manitou whose name was Ojeeg, or
the fisher. He and his wife and one son lived on the shore of a lake
and were very happy together.

In that country there was never any spring or summer, and the snow lay
deep on the ground all the year round. But this did not daunt the
fisher.

He went forth every day and always brought back plenty of game.

The son wished to be a great hunter like his father, so he often took
his bow and arrows and went out to kill birds. But he nearly always
returned with benumbed hands and crying with cold.

One day, as he was returning, feeling very discouraged and ready to
cry, he noticed a red squirrel on the top of a tree. As he reached for
his arrows to shoot him, the squirrel spoke:

"Put away your arrows and listen to me. I see you go forth each day
and always return nearly frozen and with never a bird. Now, if you
will do as I tell you, we shall have summer all the time instead of the
snow. Then I shall have plenty to eat, and you may kill all