dice, still in great favour with the Indianstaking care to return at evening, and always carrying with her the mysterious workbag.

"One night, as she lay down to rest, supposing the other women were asleep, she carefully placed this same important

article away under the boughs, close up to

the place where the wigwam touches the

ground

the 'kikchoo,' as they call it.

Next day, going abroad, she forgot the work-bag.

"After her departure, one of the aforesaid old women, possessing some amount of curiosity, was prompted to examine the contents of the stranger's bag. She, accordingly, watched her opportunity, and took hold of it for that purpose. Scarcely had she begun to draw it towards her, when, with a shriek of horror, she

started to her feet. She had laid her

hand on the hair of a human head !-of a living man!

"He sprang to his feet, all harnessed and painted like a warrior ready for battle. At one blow he dispatched the woman who had pulled him back to life, and then killed the other two.

"He then rushed out, and, uttering struck down

the terrible war-whoop,

war-whoop,

every one whom he met. The ground was soon strewed with the dead and the dying. His sister saw him, and recognized him at once.

"O, brother! brother!' she exclaimed. But he was inexorable.

"Boo-naj-jee-me,'- Leave me alone,' is

his reply.

care of me?

Why did you not take better

Had you taken better care of

me, you would have had me with you for

ever.' And he strikes her down to the

earth."

Here, abruptly, "respeakdooksit"-" the story ends."

CHAPTER XIII.

Indian Superstitions-Glooscap the Immortal-An Indian Orpheus-Glooscap's Residence-His Beaver PondThe Maleeseet Indians-A Transformation-The Way to live a Long Life-An Evil Genius-" Rolled with a Handspike"-Sampson among the Indians-Traditions about Animals and Birds-Conversations with a Rabbit -The Bear and the Fisher-A Tale of Indian Warfare.

THE foregoing story is a fair specimen of the fabulous tales of the Micmacs. They are handed down from old to young, unaltered by a single transposition of a word. I have myself listened to many such-all told in the same manner-quaint, original, and simple.

There exists among the Indians a general belief in the existence of two extraordinary personages. The name of the one is Glooscap, and of the other, Kool-pee-joat. Glooscap is supposed to be immortal, and to have inhabited this world ever since it was inhabitable.

It is said that he was a denizen of heaven, who came down to examine the wonders of the earth, and, losing his way, was obliged to remain. Ever since, he has been endeavouring to make the best of his condition, and to do all the good in his power. He exercised a patriarchal guardianship over all the Indians, and acted as a shepherd over all the wild animals of the forest. The moose and carriboo came around his dwelling as tame as cattle, and the bear and the wolf would crouch at his feet, and lick his hand. He charmed them with his pipe. Sometimes he would go out in the