Manabozho said, “Oh, yes, there must be something.”
At last West said, “There is a black stone on earth. I am afraid of that. If it should strike me, it would injure me.” West said this was a great secret.
One day he asked Manabozho, “What are you most afraid of?”
“Nothing,” was the answer.
“Oh, yes, there must be something you are afraid of,” said West.
The son said, “Ie-ee Ie-ee—it is—it is—” He seemed afraid to mention it.
West said, “Don’t be afraid!” Then at last his son said, “It is the root of the apukwa, the bulrush.”
They quarreled because West had not been kind to the mother of Manabozho.
Some days later they quarreled. Manabozho said, “I will get some of the black rock.”
“Oh, no! Do not do so,” cried West.