y, 'I have thrown Wagemena.'"

So they smoked together, but when the little man was ready to wrestle,
the magician did not like to do it, for he was afraid he might hurt the
tiny fellow. But the other insisted, and so they began to wrestle.
The magician soon found that the little man was very strong and quick,
and he felt himself growing weaker every moment. But at last he
succeeded in tripping the man with the red feathers, and he fell. Then
the magician said, "I have thrown you, Wagemena." At once the little
man vanished, and in his place lay an ear of corn, with a red tassel
where the feathers had been. As he stood staring at it, the corn
spoke. "Pick me up," it said, "and pull off my outer covering. Then
take off my kernels and scatter them over the ground. Break my cob
into three parts and throw them near the trees. Depart, but come back
after one moon, and see what has happened."

The magician did exactly as the corn had told him, and went away. At
the end of the time he came back. To his surprise, he found green
blades of corn coming through the ground where the kernels had been
scattered. And near the trees pumpkin-vines were growing where the
cobs of the corn had been thrown.

He had not told the young boys of his adventure with the tiny man, so
he did not tell them anything of the growing corn. All the rest of
that summer he busied himself in closely watching the Iroquois, who
were still prowling near the islands. Very often he killed a deer, and
the boys would cook the meat over their camp-fire. One day, when the
summer was nearly over, he paddled his canoe around the island till he
came near the wrestling ground. He stepped ashore, and left the two
boys to watch the canoe, while he walked to the field. To his great
astonishment, he found the corn in full ear, and the pumpkins of an
immense size. He pulled some ripened ears of corn and gathered some
pumpkins. Then a voice spoke to him from the corn. "You have
conquered me, Masswaweinini," it said. "If you had not done so, you
would have been killed yourself. But your strength made you win the
victory, and now you shall always have my body for food. It will be
nourishment for you and your tribe."

Thus the Ottawa Indians were given the gift of the maize; and to this
day their descendants are noted for the care that they take of their
immense fields of corn.

THE MAGICIAN OF LAKE HURON

The Manatoline, or Spirit, Islands were