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The Mystery of the Fires by Edith Lavell 7 Free Teens Mystery Books Audio Reading Gripping Taleschapter 7 of the mystery of the fires by edith lavelle this librivox recording is in the public domain the crazy woman jane went off early after lunch in cliff hunter's canoe and mary louise sat on the porch waiting for david mccall she was still angry at him for the way he had accused cliff to her the night before but a promise is a promise and she meant to see him if she had had a chance to go swimming that morning she might have tried to break the date he came along about half past two smiling shyly as if he were not quite sure how he stood with mary louise you're not still mad at me mary lou are you he asked looking straight into her eyes yes i am replied the girl i'm disappointed that a boy with your brains can't reason more intelligently the finest detective in the world wouldn't be sure that one certain person was guilty of a crime until he had made some investigations but it's so obvious mary lou hunter holds a big mortgage on one place and a big fire insurance on another he can't sell either of them and he needs the money so he sets them both on fire and collects that way what could be simpler there are lots of other people besides cliff who profited from those two fires in fact concluded mary louise the thing that worries me is that there are so many suspects it's terribly confusing david opened his eyes wide in amazement i don't see who he began oh don't you snapped the girl then just listen to this bunch of names she opened her notebook and read him the list horace ditmar lemuel adams eberhardt the storekeeper fraser a [ __ ] the boy saw in the woods and a queer looking woman not to mention the boys because i really don't think they did it david shook his head all possible of course but not any of them probable of course i understand you have reasons for suspecting ditmar and i admit he is a queer cuss still i don't think he'd do a thing like that but tell me why you suspect men like adams i suppose he's the farmer isn't he and frasier and eberhardt sound silly to me frasier and eberhardt both gained something by the fires more business and dad always tells me to hunt for motives they didn't get enough business to go to all that trouble remarked david i'm not so sure then the storekeeper told me that lemuel adams felt spiteful towards the hunters because they made so much money out of his land so adams may be doing it for revenge hardly likely when the fires actually put money into the hunter's pockets well i don't know anyway i'm going to do my best to find out who did it to clear freckles for one reason and to prevent our own bungalow from burning down for another you needn't worry about your bungalow said david stubbornly cliff hunter hasn't any mortgage on it mary louise gave him a scornful look she stood up i can't go canoeing with you david she announced i'm driving over to adam's farm you can come along with me if you want to she added grudgingly the young man looked disappointed you are mean mary lou he said my vacation's nearly over i'm being a lot nicer to you than you deserve she replied letting you in on all the thrills of solving a real mystery well are you coming or not sure i'm coming he muttered disconsolately but he gazed longingly at the river and wished it were a canoe and not a car in which they were to spend the afternoon remembering the farmhouse where hattie adams had said she lived mary louise turned off the drive beyond shady nook into a dirt road which wound around to the top of a hill she was going slowly in second gear when a strange looking creature in a grey dress darted out from the bushes into the direct path of the car with a gasp of horror mary louise ground down her breaks missing the woman by only a couple of inches what did you do that for shouted david the woman looked up and smiled innocently at the two young people in the car her eyes were vacant and expressionless her gray...

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as the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the martians and went very quietly downstairs the artillery man agreed with me that the house was no place to stay in he proposed he said to make his way londonwood and then to rejoin his battery number 12 of the horse artillery my plan was to return at once to leatherhead and so greatly had the strength of the martians impressed me that i had determined to take my wife to new haven and go with her out of the country forthwith for i already perceived clearly that the country about london must inevitably be the scene of a disastrous struggle before such creatures as these could be destroyed between us and leatherhead however lay the third cylinder with its guarding giants had i been alone i think i should have taken my chances and struck across country but the artilleryman dissuaded me it's no kindness to the right sort of wife he said to make her a widow and in the end i agreed to go with him undercover of the woods northward as far as street cobham before i parted with him thence i would make a big detour by epsom to reach leatherhead

i should have started at once but my companion had been in active service and he knew better than that he made me ransack the house for a flask which he filled with whiskey and we lined every available pocket with packets of biscuits and slices of meat then we crept out of the house and ran as quickly as we could down the ill made road by which i had come overnight the houses seemed deserted in the road lay a group of three charred bodies close together struck dead by the heat ray and here and there were things that people had dropped a clock a slipper a silver spoon and the like poor valuables at the corner turning up towards the post office a little cart filled with boxes and furniture and horseless heeled over on a broken wheel a cash box had been hastily smashed open and thrown under the debris except the lodge at the orphanage which was still on fire none of the houses had suffered very greatly here the heat ray had shaved the chimney tops and passed yet save ourselves there did not seem to be a living soul on mayberry hill the majority of the inhabitants had escaped i suppose by way of the old woking road the road i had taken when i drove to leatherhead or they had hidden we went down the lane by the body of the man in black sodding now from the overnight hail and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill we pushed through these towards the railway without meeting a soul the woods across the line were about the scarred and blackened ruins of woods for the most part the trees had fallen but a certain proportion still stood dismal grey stems with dark brown foliage instead of green on our side the fire had done no more than scorched the nearer trees it had failed to secure its footing in one place the woodmen had been at work on saturday trees felled and freshly trimmed lay in a clearing with heaps of sawdust by the sawing machine and its engine hard by was a temporary hut deserted there was not a breath of wind this morning and everything was strangely still even the birds were hushed and as we hurried along i and the artillery man talked in whispers and looked now and again over our shoulders once or twice we stopped to listen after a time we drew near the road and as we did so we heard the clatter of hooves and saw through the tree stems three cavalry soldiers riding slowly towards awoking we hailed them and they halted while we hurried towards them it was a lieutenant and a couple of privates of the eighth who's ours with a stand like a...

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war of the worlds by h.g wells book 1 chapter 11 at the window

i have already said that my storms of emotion have a trick of exhausting themselves after a time i discovered that i was cold and wet and with little pools of water about me on the stair carpet i got up almost mechanically went into the dining room and drank some whiskey and then i moved to change my clothes after i had done that i went upstairs to my study but why i did so i do not know the window of my study looks over the trees and the railway towards horsehall common in the hurry of our departure this window had been left open the passage was dark and by contrast with the picture the window framing closed the sit the room seemed impenetrably dark i stopped short in the doorway the thunderstorm had passed the towers of the oriental college and the pine trees about it had gone and very far away lit by a vivid red glare the common about the sand pits was visible across the light huge black shapes grotesque and strange moved busily to and fro it seemed indeed as if the whole country in that direction was on fire a broad hillside set with minute tongues of flames swaying and writhing with the gusts of the dying storm and throwing a red reflection upon the cloud scud above every now and then a haze of smoke from some nearer conflagration drove across the window and hit the martian shapes i could not see what they were doing not the clear form of them nor recognized the black objects they were busied upon neither could i see the nearer fire though the reflection of it danced on the wall and ceiling of the study a sharp resinous tang of burning was in the air i closed the door noiselessly and crept towards the window as i did so the view opened out until on the one hand it reached to the houses about woking station and on the other to the charred and blackened pine woods of by fleet there was a light down below the hill on the railway near the arch and several of the houses along the mayberry road and streets near the station were glowing ruins the light upon the railway puzzled me at first there were a black heap and a vivid glare and to the right of that a row of yellow oblongs then i perceived this was a wrecked train the fall part smashed and on fire the hindu carriages still on the rails between these three main centers of light the houses the train and the burning county towards cobham stretched irregular patches of dark country broken here and there by intervals of dimly glowing and smoking ground it was the strangest spectacle that black expanse set with fire it reminded me more than anything else of the potteries at night at first i could distinguish no people at all though i appeared intently for them later i saw against the light of working station a number of black figures hurrying one after the other across the line and this was the little world in which i had been living securely for years this fiery chaos what had happened in the last seven hours i still did not know nor did i know though i was beginning to guess the relation between these mechanical colossi and the sluggish lumps i had seen disgorge from the cylinder with a queer feeling of impersonal interest i turned my desk chair to the window sat down and stared at the blackened country and particularly at the three gigantic black things that were going to and fro in the glare about the sand pits they seemed amazingly busy i began to ask myself what they could be were they intelligent mechanisms such a thing i felt was impossible or did a martian sit within each ruling directing using much as a man's brain sits and rules in his body i began to compare the things to human machines to ask myself for the first time in my life how an iron...

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war of the worlds by h.g wells book 1 chapter 10 in the storm

leather head is about 12 miles from mayberry hill the scent of hay was in the air through the lush meadows beyond pireford and the hedges on either side were sweet and gay with multitudes of dog roses the heavy firing that had broken out while we were driving down mayberry hill ceased as abruptly as it began leaving the evening very peaceful and still we got to leatherhead without misadventure about nine o'clock and the horse had an hour's rest while i took supper with my cousins and commended my wife to their care my wife was curiously silent throughout the drive and seemed oppressed with forebodings of evil i talked to her reassuringly pointing out that the martians were tied to the pit by sheer heaviness and at the utmost could not but crawl a little out of it but she only answered in mono syllables had it not been for my promise to the innkeeper she would i think have urged me to stay in leatherhead that night wood that i had her face i remember was very white as we parted for my own part i had been feverishly excited all day something very like the war fever that occasionally runs through a civilized community had got into my blood and in my heart i was not so very sorry that i had to return to mayberry that night i was even afraid that the last fusilade that i heard might mean the extermination of our invaders from mars i can best express my state of mind by saying that i wanted to be in at the death it was nearly 11 when i started to return the night was unexpectedly dark to me walking out of the lighted passage of my cousin's house it seemed indeed black and it was as hot and close as the day overhead the clouds were driving fast albeit not a breath stirred the shrubs about us my cousin's man lit both lamps happily i knew the road intimately my wife stood in the light at the doorway and watched me until i jumped up into the dog cart then abruptly she turned and went in leaving my cousins side by side wishing me good hap i was a little depressed at first with the contagion of my wife's fears but very soon my thoughts reverted to the martians at that time i was absolutely in the dark as to the course of the evening's fighting i did not know even the circumstances that had precipitated the conflict as i came through occam for that was the way i returned and not through send and old woking i saw along the western horizon a blood red glow which as i drew nearer crept slowly up the sky the driving clouds of the gathering thunderstorm mingled there with masses of black and red smoke ripley street was deserted and except for a lighted window or so the village showed not a sign of life but i narrowly escaped an accident at the corner of the road to piraford where a lot of people stood with their backs to me they said nothing to me as i passed i do not know what they knew of the things happening beyond the hill nor do i know if the silent houses i passed on my way were sleeping securely or deserted and empty or harassed and watching against the terror of the night from ripley until i came through pireford i was in the valley of the way and the red glare was hidden from me as i ascended the little hill beyond pierford church the glare came into view again and the trees about me shivered with the first intimation of the storm that was upon me then i heard midnight peeling out from pireford church behind me and then came the silhouette of mayberry hill with its treetops and roofs black and sharp against the road even as i beheld this a lurid green glare lit the road about me and showed the distant woods towards adelston i felt a tug at the reins i saw that the driving clouds had been pierced as it were by a thread...

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war of the worlds by h.g wells book 1 chapter 9 the fighting begins

saturday lives in my memory as a day of suspense it was a day of latitude too hot and close with i am told a rapidly fluctuating barometer i had slept but little though my wife had succeeded in sleeping and i rose early i went into my garden before breakfast and stood listening but toward the common there was nothing stirring but a lark the milkman came as usual i heard the rattle of his chariot and i went round to the side gate to ask the latest news he told me that during the night the martians had been surrounded by troops and that guns were expected then a familiar reassuring note i heard a train running towards woking they aren't to be killed said the milkman if that can possibly be avoided i saw my neighbour gardening chatted with him for a while and then strolled into breakfast it was a most unexceptional morning my neighbor was of opinion that the troops would be able to capture or to destroy the martians during the day it's a pity they make themselves so unapproachable he said it would be curious to know how they live on another planet we might learn a thing or two he came up to the fence and extended a handful of strawberries for his gardening was as generous as it was enthusiastic at the same time he told me of the burning of the pine woods about the bi-fleet gulflinks they say he said that there's another of those blessed things fallen there number two but one's enough surely this law cost the insurance people a pretty penny before everything settled he laughed with an air of the greatest humor as he said this the woods he said were still burning and pointed out a haze of smoke to me they will be hot underfoot for days on account of the thick soil of pine needles and turf he said and then grew serious over poor ogilvy after breakfast instead of working i decided to walk down towards the common under the railway bridge i found a group of soldiers sappers i think men in small round caps dirty red jackets unbuttoned and showing their blue shirts dark trousers and boots coming to the calf they told me that no one was allowed over the canal and looking across the road towards the bridge i saw one of the cardigan men standing sentinel there i talked with these soldiers for a time i tell i told them of my sight of the martians on the previous evening none of them had seen the martians and they had but the vaguest idea of them so that they plied me with questions they said that they did not know who had authorized the movement of the troops their idea was that a dispute had arisen at the horse guards the ordinary sapper is a great deal better educated than the common soldier and they discussed the peculiar conditions of the possible fight with some acuteness i described the heat ray to them and they began to argue among themselves crawl up undercover and rush them say i said one get out said another what's cover against this ear eat sticks to cook you what we got to do is to go as near as the ground will let us and then drive a trench blow your trenches you always want trenches you ought to have been born a rabbit snippy ain't they got any necks then said a third abruptly a little contemplative dark man smoking a pipe i repeated my description octopuses said e that's what i calls them talk about fishers of men fight as a fisher is this time it ain't no murder killing beasts like that so the first speaker why not shell the darn things strike off and finish them said the little dark man you can't tell what they might do where's your shells said the first speaker do it in a rush that's my tip and do it at once so they discussed it after a while i left them and went on to the railway station to get as...

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war of the worlds by h.g wells book 1 chapter 8 friday night

the most extraordinary thing to my mind of all the strange and wonderful things that happened upon that friday was the dovetailing of the commonplace habits of our social order with the first beginnings of the series of events that was to topple that social order headlong if on friday night you had taken a pair of compasses and drawn a circle with a radius of five miles around the working sand pits i doubt a few would have had one human being outside it unless it was some relation of stent or of the three or four cyclists or london people lying dead on the common whose emotions or habits were at all affected by the newcomers many people had heard of the cylinder of course and talked about it in their leisure but it certainly did not make the sensation that an ultimatum to germany would have done in london that night poor henderson's telegram describing the gradual unscrewing of the shot was judged to be a canard and his evening paper after wiring for authentication from him and receiving no reply the man was killed decided not to print a special edition even within the five mile circle the great majority of people were inert i have already described the behaviour of the men and women to whom i spoke all over the district people were dining and supping working men were gardening after the labors of the day children were being put to bed young people were wandering through the lane lovemaking students sat over their books maybe there was a murmur in the village streets a novel and dominant topic in the public houses and here and there a messenger or even an eyewitness of the later occurrences caused a whirl of excitement a shouting and a running to and fro but for the most part the daily routine of working eating drinking sleeping went on as it had done for countless years as though no planet mars existed in the sky even at woking station and horsehall and cobham that was the case woking junction until a late hour trains were stopping and going on others were shunting on the sidings passengers were alighting and waiting and everything was proceeding in the most ordinary way a boy from the town trenching on smith's monopoly was selling papers with the afternoon's news the ringing impact of trucks the sharp whistle of the engines from the junction mingled with their shouts of men from bars excited men came into the station about nine o'clock with incredible tidings and caused no more disturbance than drunkards might have done people rattling london woods peered into the darkness outside the carriage windows and saw only a rare flickering vanishing spark dance up from the direction of horsel a red glow and a thin veil of smoke driving across the stars and thought that nothing more serious than a heath fire was happening it was only round the edge of the common that any disturbance was perceptible there were half a dozen villas burning on the woking border there were lights in all the houses on the common side of the three villages and the people there kept to wait till dawn a curious crowd lingered restlessly people coming and going but the crowd remaining both on the coven and horsel bridges one or two adventurous souls it was afterwards found went into the darkness and crawled quite near the martians but they never returned for now and again a light ray like the beam of a warship's searchlight swept the common and the heat ray was ready to follow say for such that big area of common was silent and desolate and the charred bodies lay about on it all night under the stars and all the next day a noise of hammering from the pit was heard by many people so you have the state of things on friday night in the center...

American Indian Fairy Tales by William Trowbridge Larned 8 The Magician Free Audiobook

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once there was a lovely young girl named ninitzu the only daughter of an indian chief who lived on the shore of lake superior ninizu in the indian language means my dear life it was plain that her parents loved her tenderly and did everything in their power to make her happy and to shield her from any possible harm there was but one thing that made them uneasy nini-zoo was a favorite with the other young girls in the village and joined them in their play but she liked best of all to walk by herself in the forest or to follow some dim trail that led into the heart of the little hills sometimes she would be absent for many hours and when she returned her eyes had the look of one who has dwelt in secret places and seen things strange and mysterious nowadays some persons would have called nina zoo romantic others who can never see a thing that is not just beneath their noses would have laughed a little in a superior sort of way and said she was a dreamer what was it that nina zoo saw and heard during these lonely walks in the secret places of the hills was it perhaps the fairies she did not say but her mother who wished her to be more like other girls and who would have liked to see her marry and settle down was much disturbed in mind the mischievous little fairies known as puck wedgies were believed to inhabit the sand dunes where nini-zoo so often went to walk these were the sand hills made by grasshopper when he danced so madly at mano bozo's wedding whirling the sand into great drifts and mounds that may be seen to this very day the pukwudgies loved those hills which were seldom visited by the indians it was just the place where leapfrog and all hands round in the twilight of summer days they were said to gather here in little bands playing all manner of pranks then as night came they would make haste to hide themselves in a grove of pine trees known as manitou walk or the wood of the spirits no one had ever come close to them but fishermen paddling their canoes on the lake had caught glimpses of them from afar and had heard the tiny voices of those merry little men as they laughed and called to one another when the fishermen tried to follow the pukwudgies would vanish in the woods but their footprints no larger than a child's could be seen on the damp sand of the little lake in the hills if anything more were needed to convince those doubters who did not believe in fairies the proof was quickly supplied by fishermen and hunters who were victims of their tricks the pukwudgies never really harmed anyone but they were up to many kinds of mischief sometimes a hunter picking up his cap in the morning would find the feathers plucked out sometimes the fisherman missing his paddle would discover it at last in a tree when such things happened it was perfectly plain that pukwudgies had been up to their pranks and few persons were still stupid enough to believe it could be anything else nini-zoo had her own ideas concerning these little men for she like morning glory had often listened to the tales that old iagoo told one of those stories was the story of a happy land a far off place where it was always summer where no one wept or suffered sorrow it was for this land that she sighed it filled her thoughts by day when she sought the secret places in the hills and sat in some lonely spot listening to the mysterious voices that whispered in the breeze where was this happy land this place without pain or care tired out at night she would sink into her bed then from their hiding places would...

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American Indian Fairy Tales by William Trowbridge Larned 7 Grasshopper Free Audiobook
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there was once a merry young indian who could jump so high and who played so many pranks that he came to be known as grasshopper he was a tall handsome fellow always up to mischief of one kind or another and though his tricks were sometimes amusing he carried them much too far and so in time he came to grief grasshopper owned all the things that an indian likes most to have in his lodge were all sorts of pipes and weapons hermann and other choice spurs dear skin shirts wrought with porcupine quills many pairs of beaded moccasins and more wampum belts than one person could have honestly come by the truth is grasshopper did not get these things by his courage and skill as a hunter he got them by shaking pieces of colored bone and wood in a wooden bowl and throwing them on the ground that is to say grasshopper was a gambler and such a lucky gambler that he easily won from others with his game of bold encounters the things that they had obtained by risking their lives in the hunt if people put up with his ways and even laughed at some of his mad pranks it was because he could dance so well never had there been such a dancer when there was a wedding to be celebrated or some feast following a successful hunt then who but grasshopper could so well supply the entertainment he could dance with a step so light that it seemed to leave no mark upon the earth he could dance as the indian dances when he goes to war or when he holds a festival in honor of the corn but the dance in which he excelled was a furious dizzy dance with leaps and bounds that fairly turn the heads of the beholders it was then that grasshopper became a kind of human whirlwind as he spun round and round his revolving body drew up the dry leaves and the dust till the dancer all but faded from view and you saw instead what looked like a whirling cloud once when the great manitou named manobozo took a wife and came to live with the tribe that he might teach them best how to live grasshopper danced at the wedding the beggars dance it was called and such a dance on the shores of the big sea water gichi gumi are heaps of sand rising into little hills known as dunes had you asked iagoo he would have told you that these dunes were the work of grasshopper who whirled the sands together and piled them into hills as he spun madly around in his dance at manibozo's wedding but though grasshopper came to the wedding and danced this crazy beggar's dance it seems probable that he did it more to please himself than to show his skill than to honor the great manabozo grasshopper really had no respect for anybody when iagoo's grandfather was in the middle of some interesting story and had come to the most exciting part grasshopper likely as not would yawn and stretch himself and say in a loud whisper that he had heard it all before so too with manavozo this great manitou who was the son of the west wind mujikiris had magic powers which he used for the good of the tribe it was he who fasted and prayed that his people might be given food other than the wild things of the woods and whose prayer was answered with the gift of the indian corn then when kagaji king of the ravens flew down with his band of black themes to tear up the seed in the ground it was manabozo who snared him and tied him fast to the ridge bowl of his lodge to croak out a warning to the others but manobozo's goodness and wisdom had little effect on grasshopper he would say why should an indian bother his head with planting corn when he can draw his bow and kill good fat deer then he shook...

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morning glory was tired of the winter and longed for the spring to come sometimes it seemed as if kibibanoka the fierce old north wind would never go back to his home in the land of ice with his cold breath he had frozen tight and hard the big seawater gucci goomy and had covered it deep with snow till you could not tell the great lake from the land except for the beautiful green pines all the world was white a dazzling silent world in which there was no musical murmur of water and no song of birds willow peachy the robin ever come again side morning glory suppose there was no summer anywhere no shaman dassey the south wind to bring the violet and the dove oh iagoo would it not be dreadful be patient morning glory answered the old man soon you will hear wawa the wild goose flying high up on his way to the north i have lived many moons sometimes he seems long in coming but he always comes when you hear him call then opichi the robin will not be far behind i will try to be patient said morning glory but kapibanoka the north wind is so strong and fierce i can't help wondering if there was a time when his power was so great that he made his home here always it makes me shiver to think of it iagoo rose from his place by the fire and drew to one side the curtain of buffalo hide that screen the doorway he pointed to the sky clear and sparkling with stars look he said there in the north see that little cluster of stars do you know the name we give it i know said eagle feather it is oh jig anong the fisher stars if you look just right you can see how they make the body of the fissure he's stretched out flat with an arrow through his tail see sister the fisher repeated morning glory you mean the furry little animal something like a fox is martin another name for it that's it said eagle feather yes i see not in morning glory but why is the fissure spread out flat that way in the sky with an arrow sticking through his tail i don't know just exactly why i admitted eagle feather i suppose some hunter was chasing him perhaps iagoo can tell us yagu closed the curtain and went back to the fire you thought there might have been a time when there was no summer on earth he said to morning glory and you were right until ogieg the fisher found a way to bring the summer down from the sky the earth was everywhere covered with snow and it was always cold if ogeek had not been willing to give his life so that all the rest of us could be warm kabhibanoka the north wind would have ruled the world as he now rules the land of ice then morning glory and eagle feather sat down on the soft rug that was once the winter coat of muqua the bear and iagoo told them the story of how the summer came in the wild forest that borders the great lake there once lived a mighty hunter named og no one knew the woods as well as he where others would be lost without a trail to guide them he found his way easily and quickly by day or by night through the trackless tangle of trees and underbrush where the red deer fled he followed the bear could not escape his swift pursuit he had the cunning of the fox the endurance of the wolf the speed of the wild turkey when it runs at the scent of danger when ogieg shot an arrow it always hit the mark when he set out on a journey no storm or snow could turn him back he did everything he said he would do and he did it well thus it was that some men came to believe that og was a manitou the indian name for one who has magic powers this much was certain whenever og wished to do so he could...