“For I know,” said he, “that it is he we see yonder.”
The young wolves were in the act of running off, when Manabozho cried out—
“My grandchildren, where are you going? Stop, and I will go with you.”
He appeared rejoiced to see the old wolf, and asked him whither he was journeying. Being told that they were looking out for a place where they could find the most game, and best pass the winter, he said he should like to go with them, and addressed the old wolf in these words—
“Brother, I have a passion for the chase. Are you willing to change me into a wolf?”
The old wolf was agreeable, and Manabozho’s transformation was effected.
He was fond of novelty. He found himself a wolf corresponding in size with the others, but he was not quite satisfied with the change, crying out—
“Oh! make me a little larger.”
They did so.
“A little larger still,” he cried.