"Yes, but you must remember she was very near the moose."

"It seems to me, then, uncle, that they must have scented her, for you have told me that they possess the keenest nose of any animal," I per- sisted.

"Doubtless the wind was blowing the other way. But, nephew, you must let me finish my story.

"Ovedoyed by her success, the maiden has- tened back to Nawakawee, but she was gone! The ponies were gone, too, and the wigwam of branches had been demolished. While Manito- shaw stood there, frightened and undecided what to do, a soft voice came from behind a neighbor- ing thicket:

"'Manitoshaw! Manitoshaw! I am here!'

She at once recognized, the voice and found it to be Nawakeewee, who told a strange story. That morning a canoe had crossed the Wanagiska carrying two men. They were Sioux. The old grandmother had seen them coming, and to de- ceive them she at once pulled down her temporary wigwam, and drove the ponies off toward home. Then she hid herself in the bushes near by, for she knew that Manitoshaw must return there.

"'Come, my granddaughter, we must hasten home by another way,' cried the old woman.

"But the maiden said, 'No, let us go first to my two moose that I killed this morning and take some meat with us.'