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

WONDER TALES OF THE FOREST 117
She went back to her mat, and began to cry.
Her mother and her brothers and her sisters
were there, and she could not let them in out of
the storm!
And then she heard the trembling voice of
her poor, old father.
"
Ntoos! Ntoos Pantahdooel loke
cyowchee! My daughter, my daughter! Open
the door unto me, for I am very
cold."
Ah !
old father
She could not leave her poor
out in the cold and storm !
She sprang to her feet, tore away the post
that held the door, and opened it!
And there fell upon her the evil people of
the forest, like
a pack of wolves, and they did
bone upon an
not leave so much as one little
other.
And kespeadooksit
the story ends.