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110 TRADITIONAL HISTORY OF
by the visitation of some great misfortune upon any one
who should chance to see it.
These monstrous birds were supposed to have their
nests somewhere, and great curiosity existed to know its
location, as well as to know somewhat of the nature of
the bird ; but no one seemed fortunate enough to dis-
cover the resort of these great birds which were called
Ah-ne-me-keeg, (Thunders.)
There lived on the northern shore of Lake Superior
an Indian warrior who from his childhood had been
noted for being a wise and sedate man ; it was suppo-
sed by many that he would some day go on a great ex-
ploit, as none was like him for courage, wisdom and pru-
dence. As he was returning from one of his hunting
expeditions, the night came on sooner than he expected
it would, and darkness gathered around him while he
was a great distance from his home. On his way he
was obliged to traverse the ice on lake and river. 'The
moon shone as clear and perfect as it had ever shone to
light a traveller's path. On the warrior’s back was a
beaver, and in his hand the tried and trusted spear, with
which he had captured it. As he was crossing the last
lake the shadow of some great object passed before him,
and he soon saw approaching a great bird, which in a
moment caught him and all he had, and arose. The
by the visitation of some great misfortune upon any one
who should chance to see it.
These monstrous birds were supposed to have their
nests somewhere, and great curiosity existed to know its
location, as well as to know somewhat of the nature of
the bird ; but no one seemed fortunate enough to dis-
cover the resort of these great birds which were called
Ah-ne-me-keeg, (Thunders.)
There lived on the northern shore of Lake Superior
an Indian warrior who from his childhood had been
noted for being a wise and sedate man ; it was suppo-
sed by many that he would some day go on a great ex-
ploit, as none was like him for courage, wisdom and pru-
dence. As he was returning from one of his hunting
expeditions, the night came on sooner than he expected
it would, and darkness gathered around him while he
was a great distance from his home. On his way he
was obliged to traverse the ice on lake and river. 'The
moon shone as clear and perfect as it had ever shone to
light a traveller's path. On the warrior’s back was a
beaver, and in his hand the tried and trusted spear, with
which he had captured it. As he was crossing the last
lake the shadow of some great object passed before him,
and he soon saw approaching a great bird, which in a
moment caught him and all he had, and arose. The
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