Next day, taking up a bone to obtain the marrow, he said to the old wolf—
“Cover your head, and don’t look at me, for I fear a piece may fly in your eye.”
The wolf did so. Then Manabozho took the leg-bone of the moose, and, looking first to see if the old wolf was well covered, he hit him a blow with all his might. The wolf jumped up, and cried out—
“Why do you strike me so?”
“Strike you?” exclaimed Manabozho. “I did not strike you!”
“You did,” said the wolf.
“How can you say I did, when you did not see me. Were you looking?” said Manabozho.
He was an expert hunter when he undertook the work in earnest, and one day he went out and killed a fat moose. He was very hungry, and sat down to eat, but fell into great doubts as to the proper point in the carcass to begin at.
“Well,” said he, “I don’t know where to commence. At the head? No. People would laugh, and say, ‘He ate him backward!’”
Then he went to the side.