There was one little duck, much smaller than the rest, who, at this juncture, could not resist the temptation to open one eye, cautiously.

She saw Nan-nee-bo-zho, as he played his flute, holding it with one hand, stoop a little at intervals and seize the duck nearest him, which he throttled and stuffed into the bag on his shoulders.

So, edging a little out of the circle, and getting nearer the door, which had been left partly open, to admit the light, she cried out,-- "Open your eyes--Nan-nee-bo-zho is choking you all and putting you into his bag!" With that she flew, but Nan-nee-bo-zho pounced upon her.

His hand grasped her back, yet, with desperate force, she released herself and gained the open air.

Her companions flew, quacking and screaming, after her.