This did not frighten Shingebis. He simply rose and stirred the coals of the fire about the log till they blazed and sent out a great heat.
“You are but my fellow creature,” kept singing the brave Shingebis, and he sat down again in his place. [[191]]Very soon the icy tears began to flow down the cheeks of Kabibonokka. He said nothing aloud but whispered to himself: “I cannot endure this; I must leave.”
As he slipped out of the doorway not saying a word, he flew as straight as he could to the places where the reeds and rushes grew. He froze the roots very tightly into the ice. “Shingebis shall have no more fish,” said the ice-cold wind.
Yet Shingebis found fish all that cold winter. He was brave and laughed at his trials.
At last the north wind gave up trying to conquer the great Shingebis.
“Some manitou is helping him. I can neither freeze him nor starve him. I will let him alone.”
When the four logs were burned and the four cold moons had passed, Shingebis still laughed and sang in his lodge by the water.
Schoolcraft. [[192]]