"'That will do,' said she, for she was blind. 'Money must be plenty where you live. Come in.' By and by the Manitou came home.
"'What now?' said he.
"'Sir,' answered Trowel Ku, the Beaver, 'I am tired of summer and of building dams. Tell us where we can buy a little cold to take home for a change.' 'And I,' said the Fox, 'I find it always too hot.' 'For my part,' cried the Loon, Kanecri, 'You have given us only summer. Either give me fewer feathers or else a little cold. As for the trees they are all growling about having no rest at making leaves.'
"'Then,' said Manitou to the Owl, 'What do you want?' 'I'm comfortable,' said Hoota the Owl, and straightway went to sleep.
"'Well,' said Manitou, 'I will send you to the cold country and you can all of you take home a bag of cold to your friends.' Then he began to laugh, and taking a deer-skin bade them all jump inside.
"When they were all in he sewed them up and putting the skin outside of the hut bade it go.
"At once it became alive and bounded off over the hills and through the streams until it came to a great frozen lake.
"Here the Beaver heard a noise, and presently an arrow went through the deer which fell on the ice. The next moment a knife ripped the deer open, and the Owl and the Beaver and Fox and Loon jumped out.
"Then they saw two tall men made of icicles who gave a cry when they saw them, dropped their knives, and skated away over the lake.