would come to them, and till then Pitcher was in his place.

Now on the thirtieth day the chief remembered his friend the Fox, who
had _m'teoulin_ (P.), or magic power. And he sang a song, and the
Fox heard it, although he was miles away, beyond forests and mountains.
And thus knowing all, he went to the shore and swam to the island,
where he found the chief. At this time the Black Cat could not swim
such a distance, [Footnote: The most powerful _manitous_, or
magicians, in the Chippeway tales, as well as in all others of the
Indians, may exhaust their power and be forced to depend on that of
inferiors in the great art. In this tale Glooskap is decidedly under a
cloud.] but the Fox offered to take him to the mainland. Then they
waded into the water, and the Fox said, "Close thine eyes and hold fast
to my tail as tightly as thou canst, and be of good faith, oh, my elder
brother, and we shall soon gain the shore." Saying this, he swam away
and his friend followed. And it went well with them, but the chief grew
weary, and he opened one eye a little, and saw that they were not ten
feet from the shore. And being of little faith he thought, for he spoke
not aloud, "We shall never get to land." But the Fox replied, "Do not
believe it." But the journey lasted long, for what seemed to Pogumk to
be ten feet was ten miles, and the wind was high and the waters were
wild, for Pitcher had called forth a storm. So they swam all day and
all the evening before they landed. "And now, my elder brother," said
the Fox, "you may go your way." And he went to the camp of the Black
Cats.

When he came to the camp it was cold, and there were only ashes, for
the people had gone on. So he followed them, and in one day came near
them. And the first whom he overtook was his mother, bearing his
younger brother Sable ('Nmmok-swess, P.) on her back, so that while she