Manabozho bit his lip.
They then commenced fixing their winter quarters, while the young ones went out in search of game, of which they soon brought in a large supply. One day, during the absence of the young wolves, the old one amused himself by cracking the large bones of a moose.
“Manabozho,” said he, “cover your head with the robe, and do not look at me while I am at these bones, for a piece may fly in your eye.”
Manabozho covered his head, but, looking through a rent in the robe, he saw all the other was about. At that moment a piece of bone flew off and hit him in the eye. He cried out—
“Tyau! Why do you strike me, you old dog!”
The wolf said—
“You must have been looking at me.”
“No, no,” replied Manabozho; “why should I want to look at you?”
“Manabozho,” said the wolf, “you must have been looking, or you would not have got hurt.”
“No, no,” said Manabozho; and he thought to himself, “I will repay the saucy wolf for this.”