Glooscap the great chief, and other stories - ElectricCanadian.com

PEEFACE
One of my earliest recollections is of being
alone on the playhouse steps learning to fly. It
may have been the roar of the Bay of Fundy
for we lived beside it or because I was so
engrossed in my task, that I did not hear the
approach of any one, until suddenly a great ter
ror seized me and I saw close beside me several
giant dogs, and behind them a group of Indians
with baskets on their backs. Then there is the
memory of being comforted by my mother and
of my surprise and interest at seeing the
strange people partaking of her hospitality.
This was my first acquaintance with the Micmacs.
Afterwards such scenes became fa
miliar. I frequently heard my parents talk
about the work of Dr. Eand the first protestant
missionary among these Indians; and
whenever Dr. Rand was in that locality he was
a visitor in our home, for he was a kinsman.
It was then that I learned of the legends of
Glooscap.
With such recollections hovering in conscious
ness it was natural, when a few summers ago
I was searching for new stories to tell to my
playground children, that I should turn back to