Note 8 — Chapter I · MYTHS AND FOLK-LORE OF THE TIMISKAMING ALGONQUIN.
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One day he decided to watch the Indians, so he sat down on a log near a hunter’s path and waited for someone to come along. He waited all night and part of the day. Finally some Indians came along the path to visit their rabbit snares. As they passed they found the rabbits stolen from all their snares, but they did not mind it very much. Some time after, one of the Indians’ little children came along the trail and saw Wiske·djak with his big face and bulging eyes sitting on the stump. The child ran back to camp and told his parents that he saw a big wildcat with bulging eyes staring at him from a stump. Then the father of the child took his “arrow-head club,”8 and went to where the child said he saw the wildcat. Then he started clubbing Wiske·djak to kill him. The fight was getting pretty bad, when Wiske·djak cried out, “Hold on, hold on! it isn’t a lynx, it is Wiske·djak that you are pounding to death!” And Wiske·djak tore off the lynx skin, and pitched it away. Then he took to the bush. That’s the last I saw of him.