"'Be-che-go-ke-poor,' my lady."

Lady Mary said it was a funny sounding name, and not at all like
Snow-storm, which she liked a great deal better; and she was much amused
while her nurse repeated to her some names of squaws and papooses (Indian
women and children); such as Long Thrush, Little Fox, Running Stream,
Snow-bird, Red Cloud, Young Eagle, Big Bush, and many others.

"Now, nurse, will you tell me some more about Jacob Snow-storm and the
otters?"

"Well, Lady Mary, the old man had a cap of otter-skin, of which he was
very proud, and only wore on great days. One day as he was playing with
it, he said:--'Otter funny fellow; he like play too, sometimes. Indian go
hunting up Ottawa, that great big river, you know. Go one moonlight night;
lie down under bushes in snow: see lot of little fellow and big fellow at
play. Run tip and down bank; bank all ice. Sit down top of bank; good
slide there. Down he go splash into water; out again. Funny fellow those!'
And then the old hunter threw back his head, and laughed, till you could
have seen all his white teeth, he opened his mouth so wide."

Lady Mary was very much amused at the comical way in which the old Indian
talked.

"Can otters swim, nurse?"

"Yes, Lady Mary; the good God, who has created all things well, has given
to this animal webbed feet, which enable it to swim; and it can also dive
down in the deep water, where it finds fish and mussels, and perhaps the