‘Spare me,’ cried the Bird. ‘Save my life, and Of a Surety I will save yours—at this very moment you are in Danger.’
Manabozho heard how the king of the fishes was treating the little fishes. He sent him word that he was to stop, but Me-she-nah-ma-gwai did not obey. ‘Very well,’ said Manabozho; ‘I shall punish this ruler.’
I looked, and saw two wolves running through the field: one was full-grown, and the other a whelp. The whelp was carrying a dead lamb on his shoulders, and holding on to one of its legs with its teeth.
The sea serpents were angry with Manabozho because he had killed the king of the fishes. So they determined to have revenge on him.
Just then Ma-Ma, the large Woodpecker, lighted on a tree, and said to the Rabbit: ‘Manabozho, there is only one place where you can hurt the Shining Magician. That is on the crown of his head.’
When Ványa saw the smoke rolling out of the vestibule, he ran to the door, made his way through the smoke into the house, and began to waken his grandmother, but she was dazed from her sleep.
The Gray Wolf said: ‘Paupukewis, try to remember that it is not a long tail which makes a good hunter.’
Másha went in the morning to fetch water, and saw at the door something wrapped in rags. When she touched the rags, there came from it the sound of ‘Ooah, ooah, ooah!’
The Crow, tickled with the very civil language of the Fox, nestled and wriggled about, and hardly knew where she was.
It was so uncouth a sight for a Fox to appear without this distinguishing ornament of his race, that the very thought of it made him weary of his life.
Paupukewis was so tricky himself that he thought the old Gray Wolf was going to hurt him in some way. So he kept one eye uncovered, and watched.
My elder brother began to strike Raven with his feet and with the whip, and Raven galloped past us. After him, my second brother mounted the horse. He, too, rode for quite awhile, and he, too, urged Raven on with the whip.
A large hare leaped out on a clearing. An old owl looked at the hare, and seated himself on a branch; but a young owl said to him: ‘Why do you not catch the hare?’
‘I will carry off a bag of cucumbers, which I will sell; with the money I will buy a hen. The hen will lay eggs, hatch them, and raise a lot of chicks.’
Once you liked to play with me. Now you leave me all alone, and are so conceited grown with your Latin, you'll scarce look upon any English book.