the birds
you wish. When you go home, you must cry and sob. When your mother
asks you what is the matter, do not answer, but throw away your bow and
arrow and cry harder than ever. Do not eat any supper, and when your
father comes home, he will ask your mother what is the matter with you.
She will say that she does not know, that you only sob and cry, and
will not speak. When he asks you to give the reason of your sorrow,
tell him that you want summer to come. Coax him to get it for you. He
will say it is a very hard thing to do, but will promise to try. Now
remember all this and do as I tell you."

As the squirrel finished speaking, he disappeared, and the son returned
home. Everything happened as the little squirrel had said, and when
the son asked his father to get summer for him, Ojeeg replied, "My son,
this is a hard task you have given me. But I love you and so shall try
for your sake. It may cost me my life, but I shall do my best."

Then he called together all his friends, and they had a feast. A bear
was killed and roasted, and they arranged to meet on Thursday to begin
their journey.

When the day came, they all gathered; there was the otter, the beaver,
the lynx, and the wolverine. Ojeeg said good-bye to his wife and son,
and the party set out. For twenty days they travelled through the
snow, and at last came to the foot of a mountain. The animals were all
very tired by this time, all but Ojeeg. He was a nimble little animal
and used to long journeys.

As they began to go up the mountain, they noticed footprints and marks
of blood, as if some hunter had gone before them with an animal he had
killed.

"Let us follow these tracks," said the fisherman, "and see if we can
get something to eat."

When they reached the top of the mountain, they noticed a small lodge.

"Now be very careful and do not laugh at anything we see," said Ojeeg.

They knocked at the door, and it was opened by a very strange man. He
had a huge head, big, strong teeth, and no arms. He invited them to
come in and eat. There was meat cooking in a wooden pot on the fire.
The man lifted it off when they were not looking, and gave them all
something to eat. They wondered how he could do this, and how he had
killed the animal, but they soon learned the secret. He was a Manitou!

As they were eating, the otter began to laugh at the strange movements
of the Manitou, who, hearing a noise, turned quickly and threw himself