108 GLOOSCAP AND OTHER STORIES squeeze him. The mouse, finding himself being squeezed to death, cried out as loud as he could. The noise awakened the wife; and when she saw that something was being crushed under Mimkudawogoosk's leg she tried to arouse him. But Mimkudawogoosk was very dull and sleepy, and could not understand what she was talking about. And all the time he kept squeez¬ ing the mouse harder and harder, although he did not intend to kill him. At last, when he had tortured the mouse enough, he let him go. And never did a frightened mouse run faster. "This brave is a great magician. We can never kill him," he cried as he reached his com¬ panions. And they all made off for home, faster than they had come, lest something worse should befall them. Then Mimkudawogoosk packed the venison and fur, and all of their belongings into the canoe, and said, "Do you take the canoe back, while I return to my old home for my sister." So his wife took the canoe home, and Mim¬ kudawogoosk travelled back over the mountain to his sister's wigwam, and soon they were both back in the Indian village in the new home. Now there was feasting, and merriment, and games; but all the time the young men were plotting to destroy Mimkudawogoosk. One of them belonged to the Kwemoo—Loon—family, and thinking he could drown Mimkudawogoosk,