Myths and Legends of the Mississippi Valley and the Great Lakes. Various

he ran rapidly. But Evil became tired. Yet Good would not stop until he reached the end of the trail.

      The next day Evil started on his trail. Everywhere he was stopped by the branches of bucks’ horns. They greatly annoyed him. He said to Good, “Let me stop.” Good said, “No, you must go on.” At last, towards evening, Evil fell in the trail. At once Good took bucks’ horns and killed him.

      Then Good returned to his grandmother. She was very angry. She loved Evil. That night Good was awakened by a sound. The spirit of Evil was talking with his grandmother. Then when Evil knew Good was awake, he said, “Let me into the wigwam.” But Good always said, “No.”

       At last Evil said, “I go to the northwest land. You will never see me more. Those who follow me will never come back. Death will keep them.”

      CREATION OF THE RACES[3]

      Biloxi