“Long ago all the Indians believed in Windegoos and other spirits that were more or less friendly to good people.  Some were man-eaters and, of course, were always to be feared.  Some Indians were in such fear of these cannibals that they would never leave the wigwam after dark for fear of being gobbled up by some of the monsters that might be skulking about.

“There was one great creature called Annungitee, or Two Faced.  He had a great habit of looking out for bad boys, very bad boys.  It was said that he could not see really good boys; that they were like glass, and he could not see them.  But when a boy became very bad he was then so black that he was easily seen, and Annungitee could espy him a long way off and was very likely to come after him.

“Fortunately Annungitee always made a noise when he was passing along.  This was a good thing for bad boys, for it gave them time to scurry into the wigwams, out of his way.  He was so big that when he set one of his feet down on the ground there would be sounds like the ringing of bells and the hooting of owls.  When he put the other foot down the sound was like the roaring of buffalo bulls when they are going to fight each other.  Even when he tried to move softly there would be sounds like birds and beasts crying out.  All the Indians who had heard this great terrible fellow were afraid of him, and yet no two were able to give the same description of him.  But they did agree on one thing, and that was that when he caught a very wicked man, which he did sometimes, or very bad boys, which he often did, he just threw him into one of his big ears and held him there.  Indeed, it was believed that he could hold three big men or six bad boys in one of his ears at the same time.  Nobody knew where he lived, as no one had been found brave enough to follow and see, and no daring hunter had ever found his abode in any of his hunting expeditions.

“Now a certain Indian man and his wife who lived in a wigwam quite apart from other families had one boy.  He was their only child.  He had been a very bad, cruel, unkind boy.  His father had to work hard as a hunter to obtain sufficient game to keep them from starving.  His mother cut the wood, carried up the water from the distant river, dressed the skins of the animals that were shot by her husband, and did all the work of the wigwam.  The boy would not lift a finger to help in any way.  One day the mother, who was quite sick, asked him to go for some water.  He refused, and was very saucy to her.  Then she asked him if he would please bring in some wood for her, as she felt cold.  No, he would not do anything of the kind.  She then became quite angry with him, and said: 

“’If you do not be a better boy I will put you out of the wigwam, and Annungitee will toss you into his ear.’