One by one, each in turn joined the company of coughers, except Manabozho and his family, to whom the bear's meat proved very savory.
But the visitors had too high a sense of what was due to decorum and good manners to say anything. The meat looked very fine, and being keenly set and strongly tempted by its promising look, they thought they would try more of it. The more they ate the faster they coughed and the louder became the uproar, until Mana-bozho, exerting the magical gift which he found he retained, changed them all into squirrels; and to this day the squirrel sutlers from the same dry cough which was brought on by attempting to sup off of Manabozho's ashen bear's meat.
And even after this transformation, when Mana-bozho lacked provisions for his family, he would hunt the squirrel, a supply of which never failed him, so that he was always sure to have a number of his friends present, in this shape, at the banquet.
The rock into which he changed the hunter, thus becoming possessed of the bear, and laying the foundations of his good fortune, ever after remained by his lodge-door, and it was called the Game-Bag of Mana-bozho, the Mischief-Maker.
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