THE DOINGS OF A LITTLE FIB
“Why, O Sequibonosa, do the Canoe-Birch and the Balsam grow not together like good neighbors, and why does the lightning pass them by to strike the Oak and the Ash?”
“Well found, my little Sha-ka-skanda-wayo! Now I know you have the eye of the hunter, for you have seen a truth. Listen, and I will tell you of the ancient things that made it so.”
Here, then, is his tale done into modem English, in case there should be some who do not speak Ojibway.
Long ago a little idle Rumor was flitting from tree to tree in the woods of Shebandowan. He had nothing to do but to preen his wings and move his ears, ..text continues