BIRTH OF THE ARBUTUS
(Ojibwa)
Long years ago, when only the red men lived
among the hills and valleys of the land, an
old, old man sat shivering over the low fire
of his tepee. The old man was Peboan. He
was chief of the winter spirits.
The outside world was covered with snow. The branches of the trees bent low with its weight. The sides of the tepee were heavy with snow. All the tracks of the bear and the rabbit were hidden.
The old man shivered, and bent over his fire. He was clothed in furs, and furs covered the floor of the tepee. But they could not keep out the chill winds, for the fire was low. There was no more wood to replenish it. Snow covered all the fallen branches, and the chief was old and feeble.
Peboan had been a mighty hunter. He had killed the moose and the bear. The skins of many deer were about him. But now his hair
