“Me-she-nah-ma-gwai (king-fish),” said he, letting down his line, “take hold of my bait.”
He kept repeating these words some time; at last the king-fish said—
“What a trouble Manabozho is! Here, trout, take hold of his line.”
The trout did as he was bid, and Manabozho drew up his line, the trout’s weight being so great that the canoe was nearly overturned. Till he saw the trout Manabozho kept crying out—
“Wha-ee-he! wha-ee-he!”
As soon as he saw him he said—
“Why did you take hold of my hook? Esa, esa! shame, shame! you ugly fish.”
The trout, being thus rebuked, let go.
Manabozho let down his line again into the water, saying—