The story of the Wabose, (Hare,) and the Pighieu, (Lynx,) will at once remind the reader of the so often recited tale of little Red Riding Hood, in which the reciter imitates the tones of the wolf, and the little nursery listener hears with a growing amazement, and starts as if he felt the real wolf's teeth at the close.
This story is partly spoken and partly sung. The Teller imitating alternately the Hare, and its enemy, the Lynx.
There was once, she says, a little Hare living in the lodge with its grandmother, who was about to send it back to its native land. When it had gone but a little way, a Lynx appeared in the path, and began to sing,
Where pretty white one
Where little white one,
Where do you go?
Tshwee! tshwee! tshwee! tshwee! cried the Hare, and ran back to its grandmother. “See, grandmother,” said the timid little creature, “what the Lynx is saying to me,” and she repeated the song. “Ho! Nosis,” that is to say, courage my grandchild, run along, and tell him you are going home to your native land: so the Hare went back and began to sing,
To the point of land I roam,
For there is the white one's home,—