But glooscap, who was stirring the pot of cooking food, held in his hand a great ladle.
Then glooscap took his bow and arrows and shot at an ash-tree.
The Indians of this coast say that their great man, glooscap, in days before the French came, once sat in the cave to rest.
This befell three Indians who visited the abode of glooscap.
glooscap had not the heart to drown them, but he changed them all to serpent form.
Well, once upon a time, many years ago, a wonderful being called glooscap lived up on Cape Blomidon.
The third received a magic root, and glooscap warned him not to eat it till he reached his dwelling.
Instead of going right home, however, he went to see glooscap, and tell him what had happened.
In another story the father of glooscap is mentioned as a being who lives under a great fall of water down in the earth.
“Where glooscap lived,” interrupted René, always glad to contribute to the narratives.