FANNY E. COE
looskap, the Indian chief, had returned from the warpath. His foes were slain or scattered. No other tribe of red men dared to stand before him.
[22] A Tale of the Penobscot Indians.
Glooskap was very proud of what he had done. "My work is over," he often said to himself. "Whom else is there for me to conquer? No one."
One day he walked through the village. He was a tall fierce figure with brightly painted body and brilliant headdress of feathers.
He stopped to speak to an old squaw. He said aloud what he had often thought, "My work is over, my enemies are dead. Whom is there for me to conquer?"
The old squaw raised her hand and pointed toward the wigwam. "There sits one whom no man will ever conquer!" she said.
Glooskap took one stride to the wigwam and raised the canvas door. Within, seated on the floor, was a fat, happy baby. He was happy because he was sucking a bit of maple sugar. He opened his bright black eyes, and stared hard at the gay feathers of the chief.
"Who is he?" asked Glooskap.