When Manabozho reached the spot, the tree addressed him:
"Great chief," said the tree, "will you give me my life again? Grasshopper has killed me."
"Yes," replied Manabozho, who, as quickly as he could, gathered the scattered leaves and branches, renewed its beauty with his breath, and set off. Although Grasshopper in the same way compelled Manabozho to lose time in repairing the hemlock, the sycamore, cedar, and many other trees, the giant did not falter, but pushing briskly forward, was fast overtaking him, when Grasshopper happened to see an elk. Asked for old acquaintance' sake, to take him on his back, the elk did so, and for some time made good headway, but still Manabozho was in sight.
He was fast gaining upon him, when Grasshopper threw himself off the elk's back. Striking a great sandstone rock near the path, he broke it into pieces, and scattered the grains in a thousand directions. Manabozho was so close upon him at this place that he had almost caught him; but the foundation of the rock, cried out:
"Haye! Ne-me-sho, Grasshopper has spoiled me. Will you not restore me to life?"
"Yes," replied Manabozho, and re-established the rock in all its strength.
He then pushed on in pursuit, and had got so near to Grasshopper as to put out his arm to seize him; but Grasshopper dodged him, and, as his last chance, he immediately raised such a dust and commotion by whirlwinds, as made the trees break and the sand and leaves dance in the air. Again and again Manabozho stretched out his arm, but Grasshopper escaped him at every turn and kept up such a tumult of dust that he was able to dash into a hollow tree which had been blown down, and change himself into a snake without Manabozho's seeing him. He crept out at the roots just in time to save his life, for at that moment Manabozho, who had the power of lightning, struck the tree, and it was strewn about in little pieces.
Again Grasshopper was in human shape, and Manabozho was pressing him hard. At a distance he saw a very high bluff of rocks jutting out into a lake, and he ran for the foot of the precipice, which was abrupt and elevated. As he came near, to his surprise and great relief, the Manito of the rock opened his door and told Grasshopper to come in. The door was no sooner closed than Manabozho knocked.
"Open it!" he-cried, with a loud voice.
The Manito was afraid of Manabozho; but he said to Grasshopper: