He called to his brothers, who are the trees, animals, and everything on the land, to come and live on this land. The water had to go back to its place. III. MENABOZHO CAUGHT (Chippewa, 1895) Menabozho killed a large moose when hunting. He put the meat in boxes made of birch bark and hid the boxes by a sweet-water tree, which the white men call a maple tree. There was much moose meat, and it would last many weeks. There was much moose fat, so Menabozho made more birch-bark boxes and hid the fat in them near an oak tree. He hung the mooseskin in the branches of the tree. Menabozho sat on the ground and ate much moose meat; while he was eating he heard a noise over his head and saw that two trees were pulling each other. A tall tree had fallen into the top of a small tree, and it was caught. The wind tried to pull the tall tree away, but the little tree held it tight, and the branches made a noise like something alive. Menabozho did not like to hear such a loud noise when he was eating. He climbed into the little tree and tried to pull the tall tree away. His arm was caught between the two trees, and he was like a bear in a trap. The two trees pinched Menabozho’s arm very hard. While he was in the trap trying to get loose, a wolf came along under the trees; she had two young wolves with her. “Look out!” said Menabozho; “don’t go near that sweet-water tree. There is nothing for you in these woods.” The old mother wolf knew Menabozho and his tricks. She found the birch-bark boxes and called to her little ones. “Come down and eat, Brother Menabozho,” said the old wolf. She knew she was safe, for the trees held him close. The wolf and her young ones played with the empty boxes when the meat was gone; they broke them all, then ran toward the oak tree. “Don’t go there; the tree may fall on you!” said Menabozho. “Come, children,” said the wolf, “use your noses and you will find more food.” They found the moose fat in the other boxes. Wolves can eat all the time. These wolves ate up the sweet moose fat, and Menabozho fought with the trees to get out of the trap they made for him. He tried to pull up the tree he was in by the roots, but he could not do it with one hand. When the wolves were done eating, a great wind came and blew the trees apart. Menabozho came down the tree very fast, but the wolf and her young ones were very strong from their good dinner. They ran away where no one could find them. Menabozho liked to play tricks on everything. He did not like it when they played tricks on him, and now he had no meat nor fat. There was only the moose head left. He put his head into the moose head to eat the meat. He could not get out, and there he was caught again in a trap, and this time he could not see, but he could use his arms and feet. “I don’t care,” said Menabozho. “It is a good trick. I will get away.” He ran against a tree. Menabozho put his arm around the tree and said: “What is your name, Brother Tree?”