4 GLOOSCAP AND OTHER STORIES

ashes,” the cruel sisters said. “We cannot keep her away from them and so she is burned.”

After a while the cruel sisters began calling the little girl Ooch'igeaskw, Little Scarred One. And then all of the Indians about, eve-n her father, called her Oochigeaskw. So this be- came her name—the only name she had—Little Scarred One. She had no playmates—for who would want to play with such a scarred little creature?

Little Oochigeaskw was often very lonely. She would sit on the shore and look away across the water and long for her mother to come back to her. She knew that if only her mother were with her, all would be changed. There would be no cruel sisters: there would be no scars and sores: people would not taunt her and point their fingers at her: she would not be lonely any more.

But wish as much as she might the mother

never came back to Oochigeaskw, for she was dead.

Now, away at the other end of the village there lived a young Indian brave with his sis- ter. This brave’s name was Team—moose;* for his teomul—the one who guarded him and gave him magical power——was a moose. Team

*Pronouneed in two syllables, Te-am.