ut up a temporary
lodge. When the magician had sunk into a profound sleep, the young man
got up, and taking one of Mishosha's leggings and moccasins from the
place where they hung, threw them into the fire, thus retaliating the
artifice before played upon himself. He had discovered that the foot
and leg were the only vulnerable parts of the magician's body. Having
committed these articles to the fire, he besought his Manito that he
would raise a great storm of snow, wind, and hail, and then laid
himself down beside the old man. Consternation was depicted on the
countenance of the latter, when he awoke in the morning and found his
moccasin and legging missing. "I believe, my grandfather," said the
young man, "that this is the moon in which fire attracts, and I fear
your foot and leg garments have been drawn in." Then rising and bidding
the old man follow him, he began the morning's hunt, frequently turning
to see how Mishosha kept up. He saw him faltering at every step, and
almost benumbed with cold, but encouraged him to follow, saying, we
shall soon get through and reach the shore; although he took pains, at
the same time, to lead him in roundabout ways, so as to let the frost
take complete effect. At length the old man reached the brink of the
island where the woods are succeeded by a border of smooth sand. But he
could go no farther; his legs became stiff and refused motion, and he
found himself fixed to the spot. But he still kept stretching out his
arms and swinging his body to and fro. Every moment he found the
numbness creeping higher. He felt his legs growing downward like roots,
the feathers of his head turned to leaves, and in a few seconds he
stood a tall and stiff sycamore, leaning toward the water.

Panigwun leaped into the canoe, and pronouncing the charm, was soon
transported to the island, where he related his victory to the
daughters. They applauded the deed, agreed to put on mortal shapes,
become wives to the two young men, and forever quit the enchanted
island. And passing immediately over to the main land, they lived lives
of happiness and peace.

[82] The end wing feather.

PEETA KWAY,

THE FOAM-WOMAN.

AN OTTOWA LEGEND.

There once lived a woman called Monedo Kway[83] on the sand mountains
called "the Sleeping Bear," of Lake Michigan, who had a daughter as
beautiful as she was modest and discreet. Everybody spoke of the beauty
of this daughter. She was so handsome that her mot