“Then going out he caught the king of the snakes and gave him a great scolding for the meanness of that one of his family which had crawled into the tent of the Indian mother and so cruelly bitten that little girl while she slept.  Then getting very angry, for Nanahboozhoo was very quick-tempered, he said: 

“’Snakes, like other things, have the right to live.  They are given their place in the world, and their work.  They are to keep down the mice, rats, frogs, toads, and other things that might become too numerous.  They have their poisons given them to defend themselves if attacked.  But they have no right to go and kill or injure anyone doing them no harm.  I’ll teach you snakes that in future you cannot quietly crawl about and bite innocent people thus.’

“So he took a piece of the wampum from one of the strings with which he had decorated himself, and having carefully carved the hard shells of which wampum is made, Nanahboozhoo firmly fastened them to the snake’s tail, and said: 

“’From this day forward may all snakes like you have those noisy rattles upon them, so that all people will call you rattlesnakes.  And may it be that you can never move without making a noise with those rattles, so that people will always be able to hear them and thus get ready to fight you, or to get out of your way before you can do any harm.’”

“Well done, Nanahboozhoo!” shouted little Sagastao.  “He’s the one for me.  But why did he not kill all the rattlesnakes at once?”

Souwanas was, however, too clever to be caught trying to answer a question that, although asked by a child, was beyond his knowledge, so he resorted to his calumet, and as the smoke of it began to taint the air Sagastao said, “Well, Souwanas, can you tell us where you Indians first got your tobacco?”

This question was more to the taste of the old Indian, so while he smoked he related the tradition of the introduction of tobacco among his people.

“Very many winters ago,” said he, “as Nanahboozhoo was traveling on one of his long journeys he visited a land of great high mountains.  One day as he was passing a great chasm in the mountains he saw some blue smoke slowly coming up out of it.  This excited his curiosity and he went to see what caused it.  As he drew near to it he was very much pleased with its odor.  On further investigation he found that the great cave from which the smoke arose was inhabited by a giant who was the keeper of tobacco.

“Nanahboozhoo, on searching, found him half asleep in this cave among great bales and bags of tobacco.

“The smell of the smoke of the tobacco had so pleased Nanahboozhoo that he asked the giant to give him some.  The giant refused in a very surly fashion, saying that he only gave portions of it away to his friends the Munedoos, who came once a year to smoke with him.

“Nanahboozhoo, seeing that he was not going to be able to get any by thus pleading for it, snatched up one of the well-filled tobacco bags, dashed out with it, and fled away as rapidly as possible.  The great giant was fearfully enraged, and at once began the pursuit of this rash fellow who had thus stolen his tobacco from under his very nose.