aw him, told his whelps to keep out of the way of Manabozho.

"For I know," said he, "that it is he we see yonder."

The young wolves were in the act of running off, when Manabozho cried
out--

"My grandchildren, where are you going? Stop, and I will go with you."

He appeared rejoiced to see the old wolf, and asked him whither he was
journeying. Being told that they were looking out for a place where
they could find the most game, and best pass the winter, he said he
should like to go with them, and addressed the old wolf in these
words--

"Brother, I have a passion for the chase. Are you willing to change me
into a wolf?"

The old wolf was agreeable, and Manabozho's transformation was
effected.

He was fond of novelty. He found himself a wolf corresponding in size
with the others, but he was not quite satisfied with the change,
crying out--

"Oh! make me a little larger."

They did so.

"A little larger still," he cried.

They said--

"Let us humour him," and granted his request.

"Well," said he, "that will do." Then looking at his tail--

"Oh!" cried he, "make my tail a little longer and more bushy."

They made it so, and shortly after they all started off in company,
dashing up a ravine. After getting into the woods some distance, they
fell in with the tracks of moose. The young wolves went after them,
Manabozho and the old wolf following at their leisure.

"Well," said the wolf, "who do you think is the fastest of my sons?
Can you tell by the jumps they take?"

"Why," replied he, "that one that takes such long jumps; he is the
fastest, to be sure."

"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 be
behind will be the first to kill the game."

Soon after they came to the place where the young ones had killed the
game. One of them had dropped his bundle there.

"Take that, Manabozho," said the old wolf.

"Esa," he replied, "what will I do with a dirty dog-skin?"

The wolf took it up; it was a beautiful robe.

"Oh! I will carry it now," said Manabozho.

"Oh no," replied the wolf, who at the moment exerted his magic power.
"It is a robe of pearls."

From that moment he lost no opportunity of displaying his superiority,
both in the hunter's and magician's art, over his conceited companion.

Coming to a place where the moose had lain down, they saw that the
young wolves had made a fresh start after th