f her parents and takes up her abode with her grandmother--that
is, if the old lady is living within reasonable distance.

Shing-wauk--The Little Pine--had come that day, and had been invited to
sleep in Amik's tepee; yet he spent the greater part of his time
sitting with Neykia in her grandmother's lodge. As there are no cozy
corners in a tepee, it is the Ojibway custom for a lover to converse
with his sweetheart under cover of a blanket which screens the lovers
from the gaze of the other occupants of the lodge. Early in the
evening the blanket always hung in a dignified way, as though draped
over a couple of posts set a few feet apart. Later, however, the posts
frequently lost their balance and swayed about in such a way as to come
dangerously near colliding. Then, if the old grandmother did not speak
or make a stir, the blanket would sometimes show that one support had
given away. Accordingly, the old woman was able to judge by the
general contour of the blanket just how the courtship was progressing,
and being a foxy old dame she occasionally pretended to snore just to
see what might happen.

One night, however, Granny's snoring was no longer pretense, and when
she woke up from her nap, she found that both supports of the blanket
were in immediate danger of collapsing. Seizing the stick with which
she used to poke the fire, she leaped up and belaboured the blanket so
severely that it lost no time in recovering its proper form.

Kissa Pesim (The Old Moon)--February, and Mikesewe Pesim (The Eagle
Moon)--March, had flown and now Niske Pesim, (The Goose Moon)--April,
had arrived; and with it had come the advance guard of a few of those
numerous legions of migratory birds and fowls that are merely winter
visitors to the United States, Mexico, and South America; while Canada
is their real home--the place where they were born. Next would follow
Ayeke Pesim (the Frog Moon) of May, when love would be in full play;
then a little later would come Wawe Pesim (The Egg Moon) otherwise
June, when the lovers would be living together--or nesting.

Yes, truly, the long-tarrying but wonderous Goose Moon had at last
arrived, and at last, too, the spring hunt was on. It was now a joyous
season accompanied with charming music rendered by the feathered
creatures. Overhead the geese where honking, out upon the lake the
loons were calling, near the shore the ducks were quacking, while all
through the woods the smaller birds were