"No, not hickory."
"Maple?"
"No, not maple."
"White oak?"
"No, not white oak."
"Black walnut?"
"No, not black walnut."
"Moosewood?"
"No, not moosewood."
"Ash?"
"No, not ash."
"Pine?"
"No, not pine."
"Cedar?"
"No, not cedar."
"Birch?"
The stranger began to yawn, but he kept on guessing. Then his head
nodded. By the time he had found out that it was slippery elm he was
sound asleep.
"This fellow deserves punishment," remarked the Mischief Maker. "He is
an enemy to mankind." Here he adroitly put some sticky clay on the
sleeper's eyes, and departed. When the stranger awoke he thought
himself still fast asleep in darkness, and then that he was blind.
"If ever I meet with that fellow again," he said, "I'll punish him!"
The Mischief Maker played so many pranks that all the tribes sent out
runners to catch him. He heard their whoops in every forest. He knew
that he was being hunted down. He hurried on, and once at night hid in
a cave under a rock. The runners did not quite overtake him, but they
saw that his tracks were fresh, and thought they might catch him in the
morning. In the morning he was up and far away long before they awoke.
The next night he hid again in a hollow log. In the middle of the
afternoon of the next day he heard the whoops of the pursuers very
near, and knew that they were gaining fast on him.
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