"It is the mighty Wasis. But leave him in peace. Otherwise you will be in sore trouble."
Now the Indian chief had never married. He knew nothing of children and their ways. But he thought, as is the manner of such, that he knew everything.
So he knelt on one knee, held out a hand, and smiling sweetly, said, "Baby, come to me!"
Wasis smiled, but did not stir.
Again the chief smiled kindly and said in a coaxing tone, "Baby, come to me."
Wasis looked again at the chief. Then he took a bite of the maple sugar.
Glooskap then arose, frowning; he stamped his foot angrily, and he spoke savagely. "Baby, come to me."
Wasis dropped his maple sugar. "Goo, goo!" he said; "Goo, goo! Goo, goo, goo!"
"These must be his war-cries!" thought the chief. "I'll teach him who is master and must be obeyed."
So he sang his terrible war-songs; he drew his knife and leaped into the air; he roared his orders to Wasis again and again. "Come to me: come to me!"