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She considered a moment idly

"Why, yes, I suppose so," she assented, after a pause "It isn't h" She clasped her hands back of her head "It goes

like this," she began co, there was an evil

Manitou named Ne-naw-bo-shoo He was a very wicked Manitou, but he

was also very accoe himself into any shape

he wished to assume, and he could travel swifter than the wind But he

was also very wicked In old times the centres of all the trees were

fat, and people could get food froh the forest and pushed his staff down through the middle of the

trunks, and that is why the cores of the trees are dark-coloured Maple

sap used to be pure sirup once, too, but Ne-naw-bo-shoo diluted it

with rain water just out of spite But there was one peculiar thing

about Ne-naw-bo-shoo He could not cross a vein of gold or of silver

There was soic in them that turned him back--repelled

hi about on the prairie away east

of here One of them was named Mon-e-dowa, or the Bird Lover, and the

other was Muj-e-ah-je-wan, or Rippling Water And as these talked

over the plains talking together, along came the evil spirit,