Next day the youth was on the point of setting off toward the west once more, but the urgent entreaties of his grandmother moved him to proceed eastward--for a time. Directly he was out of sight of the lodge he turned his face once more to the west. Arrived at the lake, he heard the voice once more, though its owner was still invisible.
"I am going to send a great hailstorm on your grandmother"s hut," it said. "What do you think of that?"
"Oh," was the response, "I think I should like it.
I have always wanted a bundle of spears."
"Go home and see," said the voice.
Away the youth went through the woods. The sky became darker and darker as he neared his home, and just as he was within a bowshot of the little hut a fierce hailstorm broke, and he thought he would be killed before he reached shelter.
"Alas!" cried the old woman when he was safely indoors, "we shall be destroyed this time. How can we save ourselves?"
Again the young man exercised his magic powers, and transformed the frail hut into a hollow rock, upon which the shafts of the hailstorm spent themselves in {241} vain. At last the sky cleared, the lodge resumed its former shape, and the young man saw a mult.i.tude of sharp, beautiful spear-heads on the ground.
"I will get poles," said he, "to fit to them for fishing."
When he returned in a few minutes with the poles he found that the spears had vanished.
"Where are my beautiful spears?" he asked his grandmother.
"They were only ice-spears," she replied. "They have all melted away."
The young Indian was greatly disappointed, and wondered how he could avenge himself on the being who had played him this malicious trick.
"Be warned in time," said the aged grandmother, shaking her head at him. "Take my advice and leave him alone."
The Charmed Stone
But the youth"s adventurous spirit impelled him to see the end of the matter, so he took a stone and tied it round his neck for a charm, and sought the lake once again. Carefully observing the direction from which the voice proceeded, he saw in the middle of the lake a huge head with a face on every side of it.
"Aha! uncle," he exclaimed, "I see you! How would you like it if the lake dried up?"
"Nonsense!" said the voice angrily, "that will never happen."
"Go home and see," shouted the youth, mimicking the mocking tone the other had adopted on the previous occasions. As he spoke he swung his charmed stone round his head and threw it into the air. As it descended it grew larger and larger, and the moment it entered the lake the water began to boil.
{242} The lad returned home and told his grandmother what he had done.
"It is of no use," said she. "Many have tried to slay him, but all have perished in the attempt."
Next morning our hero went westward again, and found the lake quite dry, and the animals in it dead, with the exception of a large green frog, who was in reality the malicious being who had tormented the Indian and his grandmother. A quick blow with a stick put an end to the creature, and the triumphant youth bore the good news to his old grandmother, who from that time was left in peace and quietness.
The Friendly Skeleton
A little boy living in the woods with his old uncle was warned by him not to go eastward, but to play close to the lodge or walk toward the west. The child felt a natural curiosity to know what lay in the forbidden direction, and one day took advantage of his uncle"s absence on a hunting expedition to wander away to the east. At length he came to a large lake, on the sh.o.r.es of which he stopped to rest. Here he was accosted by a man, who asked him his name and where he lived.
"Come," said the stranger, when he had finished questioning the boy, "let us see who can shoot an arrow the highest."
This they did, and the boy"s arrow went much higher than that of his companion.
The stranger then suggested a swimming match.
"Let us see," he said, "who can swim farthest under water without taking a breath."
Again the boy beat his rival, who next proposed that they should sail out to an island in the middle of the lake, to see the beautiful birds that were to be found there. The child consented readily, and they {243} embarked in a curious canoe, which was propelled by three swans harnessed to either side of it. Directly they had taken their seats the man began to sing, and the canoe moved off. In a very short time they had reached the island. Here the little Indian realized that his confidence in his new-found friend was misplaced. The stranger took all his clothes from him, put them in the canoe, and jumped in himself, saying:
"Come, swans, let us go home."
The obedient swans set off at a good pace, and soon left the island far behind. The boy was very angry at having been so badly used, but when it grew dark his resentment changed to fear, and he sat down and cried with cold and misery. Suddenly he heard a husky voice close at hand, and, looking round, he saw a skeleton on the ground.
"I am very sorry for you," said the skeleton in hoa.r.s.e tones. "I will do what I can to help you.
But first you must do something for me. Go and dig by that tree, and you shall find a tobacco-pouch with some tobacco in it, a pipe, and a flint."
The boy did as he was asked, and when he had filled the pipe he lit it and placed it in the mouth of the skeleton. He saw that the latter"s body was full of mice, and that the smoke frightened them away.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "He lit a pipe and placed it in the mouth of the skeleton"]
"There is a man coming to-night with three dogs,"
said the skeleton. "He is coming to look for you.
You must make tracks all over the island, so that they may not find you, and then hide in a hollow tree."
Again the boy obeyed his gaunt instructor, and when he was safely hidden he saw a man come ash.o.r.e with three dogs. All night they hunted him, but he had made so many tracks that the dogs were confused, and at last the man departed in anger. Next day the trembling boy emerged and went to the skeleton.
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"To-night," said the latter, "the man who brought you here is coming to drink your blood. You must dig a hole in the sand and hide. When he comes out of the canoe you must enter it. Say, "Come, swans, let us go home," and if the man calls you do not look back."
The Lost Sister
Everything fell out as the skeleton had foretold.
The boy hid in the sand, and directly he saw his tormentor step ash.o.r.e he jumped into the canoe, saying hastily, "Come, swans, let us go home." Then he began to sing as he had heard the man do when they first embarked. In vain the man called him back; he refused to look round. The swans carried the canoe to a cave in a high rock, where the boy found his clothes, as well as a fire and food. When he had donned his garments and satisfied his hunger he lay down and slept. In the morning he returned to the island, where he found the tyrant quite dead.
The skeleton now commanded him to sail eastward to seek for his sister, whom a fierce man had carried away. He set out eagerly on his new quest, and a three days" journey brought him to the place where his sister was. He lost no time in finding her.
"Come, my sister," said he, "let us flee away together."
"Alas! I cannot," answered the young woman. "A wicked man keeps me here. It is time for him to return home, and he would be sure to catch us. But let me hide you now, and in the morning we shall go away."
So she dug a pit and hid her brother, though not a moment too soon, for the footsteps of her husband were heard approaching the hut. The woman had cooked a child, and this she placed before the man.
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"You have had visitors," he said, seeing his dogs snuffing around uneasily.