Note 4 — Chapter I · MYTHS AND FOLK-LORE OF THE TIMISKAMING ALGONQUIN.

So he went away and finally met his brother, the one with the two horns, who lived in the west. Nenebuc hammered him soundly with a club and broke one of his horns. This hurt him, but did not kill him. Then Nenebuc said, “Don’t blow so hard any more. You don’t care for your grandfather, but I do and I fear he and the people will starve.” Then he arranged things with his brother and went back. After this he went fishing and found it calm with only a little puff of wind now and then. Then the West Wind told his three brothers not to blow, for if they did Nenebuc would come and kill them. The winds became frightened at this and did not blow at all, and because of this the water grew thick and stagnant and Nenebuc was unable to fish. Then his grandfather said, “We are going to die. There is no wind and the water is bad. Did you kill the West Wind?” “No,” said Nenebuc. “I will go and see him and tell him to send the wind once in a while, not too often but just right.” So Nenebuc went to his brother, the West Wind, and said to him, “I came here to tell you that I want a little wind once in a while, but not too much.” Then everything was arranged satisfactorily. Shortly after this Nenebuc’s grandparents died and were heard of no more.4