"Then lead me to your chief," said Glooscap. "He shall give me pure water."
Quaking with fear, the Indian boy led Glooscap to the pond where the monster chief lay sunning himself.
"What do you want?" croaked the yellow-eyed creature.
"I've come to you for a drink of pure water," said Glooscap.
"Go somewhere else! Go somewhere else!" said the monster hoarsely.
The mighty Glooscap now rushed forward with his spear, thrust it through the chief's great body, and lo! a stream of water rushed forth with such force that it broke the dam and flowed down the mountain in a clear, sparkling torrent. The monster chief had swallowed all the pure water of the mountain streams.
Then Glooscap rose to a giant's height, caught the monster in his powerful hand and squeezed him with all his might. When he loosened his grasp there in his hand was a great bullfrog with crumpled back, yellow, bulging eyes, wide mouth, and broad, skinny feet. Glooscap flung the creature back into the pond and ever since that day croaking bull-frogs may be found in muddy streams.
WOODLAND WATERS
Through leaves of the nodding trees
Where blossoms sway in the breeze,