MANAIBOZHO IS CHANGED INTO AWOLF
Adapted from H. R. Schoolcraft
ONE evening, as Manabozho was walking along the shore of a great
weary and hungry, he met a great magician in the form of an Old
with six young ones, coming toward him.
The Wolf no Sooner caught sight of him than he told his whelps,
were close beside him, to keep out of the way of Manabozho, "For
know," he said, "that it is that mischievous fellow
whom we see
The young wolves were in the act of running off when Manabozho
out, "My grandchildren, where are you going? Stop and I will
you. I wish to have a little chat with your excellent father."
Saying which, he advanced and greeted the Old Wolf, expressing
as delighted at seeing him looking so well. "Whither do you
"We are looking for a good hunting-ground to pass the winter,"
Wolf answered. "What brings you here?"
'I was looking for you," said Manabozho. "For I have
a passion for the
chase, brother. I always admired your family; are you willing
change me into a wolf?"
The Wolf gave him a favorable answer, and he was forthwith changed
"Well, that will do," said Manabozho. "But,"
he said, looking at his
tail, "could you oblige me by making my tail a little longer
bushy, just a little more bushy?"
"Certainly," said the Old Wolf; and he straightway
gave Manabozho such
a length and spread of tail that it was continually getting between
legs, and it was so heavy that it was as much as he could do to
it. But, having asked for it, he was ashamed to say a word, and
all started off in company, dashing up the ravine.
After getting into the woods for some distance they ran across
tracks of moose. The young ones scampered off in pursuit, the
and Manabozho following at their leisure.
"Well," said the Old Wolf, by way of starting the conversation,
you think is the fastest of the boys? Can you tell by the jumps
"Why," he replied, "that one that takes such 'long
jumps, he is surely
"Ha! ha! you are mistaken," said the Old Wolf. "He
makes a good start,
but he will be the first to tire out; this one who appears to
will be the one to kill the game."
By this time they had come to the spot where the boys had started
chase. One had dropped what seemed to be a small medicine-sack,
he carried for the use of the hunting party.
"Take that, Manabozho," said the Old Wolf.
"Why, what will I do with a dirty dog skin?"
The Old Wolf took it up; it was a beautiful robe.
"Oh, I will carry it now," cried Manabozho.
"Oh, no," said the Wolf, who had used his magical powers,
"it is a robe
of pearls. Come along!" And away he sped at a great rate
"Not so fast," called Manabozho after him; and then
he added to himself
as he panted after, "Oh, this tail!"
Coming to a place where the moose had lain down, they saw that
young wolves had made a fresh start after their prey. "'Why,"
Old Wolf, "this moose is thin. I know by the tracks. I can
tell whether they are fat or not." A little farther on, one
young wolves, in dashing at the moose, had broken a tooth on a
"Manabozho," said the Old Wolf, "one of your grandchildren
has shot at
the game. Take his arrow; there it is."
"No," replied Manabozho, "what will I do with
a dirty dog's tooth?"
The Old Wolf took it up, and behold it was a beautiful silver
When they at last overtook them, they found that the youngsters
killed a very fat moose. Manabozho was very hungry, but the Old
just then again exerted his magical powers, and Manabozho saw
but the bones picked quite clean. He thought to himself, "Just
expected; dirty, greedy fellows. If it had not been for this log
back I should have been in time to have got a mouthful";
and he cursed
the bushy tail which he carried to the bottom of his heart.
The Old Wolf finally called out to one of the young ones, "Give
meat to your grandfather."
One of them obeyed, and coming near to Manabozho he presented
end of his own bushy tail, which was now nicely seasoned with
gathered in the course of the hunt. Manabozho jumped up and called
out: "You dog, do you think I am going to eat you?"
And he walked off
"Come back brother," cried the Wolf. "You are
losing your eyes. You
do the child injustice. Look there I" and behold a heap of
was lying on the spot, all prepared.
Manabozho turned back, and at the sight of so much good food
put on a
smiling face. "Wonderful!" he said, "how fine the
meat is !"
"Yes," replied the Old Wolf, "it is always so
with us; we know our work
and always get the best. It is not a long tail that makes the
Manabozho bit his lip.