
By:Diamond, Mike,Luke, Antonio, And Travis
Special thanks to each and every member in our group
and also to our audience for listening to our story.
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2010 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
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One day when Nanabozho returned to his lodge after a long journey, he missed his young cousin who lived with him. He
called the cousin's name but heard no answer. Looking around on the sand for tracks,
Nanabozho was startled by the trail of the Great Serpent. He then knew that his cousin had been seized by
his enemy.








Nanabozho picked up his bow and arrows and followed the track of
the serpent. He passed the great river, climbed mountains, and
crossed over valleys until he came to the shores of a deep and
gloomy lake. It is now called Manitou Lake, Spirit Lake, and also the
Lake of Devils. The trail of the Great Serpent led to the edge of the
water.
Nanabozho could see, at the bottom of the lake, the house of the
Great Serpent. It was filled with evil spirits, who were his servants
and his companions. Their forms were monstrous and terrible. Most
of them, like their master, resembled spirits. In the centre of this
horrible group was the Great Serpent himself, coiling his terrifying
length around the cousin of Nanabozho.
The head of the Serpent was red as blood. His fierce eyes glowed like
fire. His entire body was armed with hard and glistening scales of
every color and shade.
Looking down on these twisting spirits of evil, Nanabozho made up
his mind that he would get revenge on them for the death of his
cousin.



He said to the clouds, "Disappear!"
And the clouds went out of sight.
"Winds, be still at once!" And the winds became still.
When the air over the lake of evil spirits had become stagnant, Nanabozho said to the sun, "Shine over the lake with
all the fierceness you can. Make the water boil."
In these ways, thought Nanabozho, he would force the Great Serpent to seek the cool shade of the trees growing on
the shores of the lake. There he would seize the enemy and get revenge.
After giving his orders, Nanabozho took his bow and arrows and placed himself near the spot where he thought the
serpents would come to enjoy the shade. Then he changed himself into the broken stump of a withered tree.














The winds became still, the air stagnant, and the sun shot hot rays from a cloudless sky. In time, the water of the
lake became troubled, and bubbles rose to the surface. The rays of the sun had penetrated to the home of the
serpents. As the water bubbled and foamed, a serpent lifted his head above the centre of the lake and gazed
around the shores. Soon another serpent came to the surface. Both listened for the footsteps of Nanabozho, but
they heard him nowhere.
"Nanabozho is sleeping," they said to one another.
And then they plunged beneath the waters, which seemed to hiss as they closed over the evil spirits.
Not long after, the lake became more troubled. Its water boiled from its very depths, and the hot waves dashed
wildly against the rocks on its banks. Soon the Great Serpent came slowly to the surface of the water and moved
toward the shore. His blood-red crest glowed. The reflection from his scales was blinding--as blinding as the glitter
of a sleet-covered forest beneath the winter sun. He was followed by all the evil spirits. So great was their number
that they soon covered the shores of the lake.















When they saw the broken stump of the withered tree, they suspected that it might be one of the disguises of
Nanabozho. They knew his cunning. One of the serpents approached the stump, wound his tail around it, and
tried to drag it down into the lake. Nanabozho could hardly keep from crying aloud, for the tail of the monster
prickled his sides. But he stood firm and was silent.The evil spirits moved on. The Great Serpent glided into
the forest and wound his many coils around the trees. His companions also found shade--all but one. One
remained near the shore to listen for the footsteps of Nanabozho.
From the stump, Nanabozho watched until all the serpents were asleep and the guard was intently looking in another direction.
Then he silently drew an arrow from his quiver, placed it in his bow, and aimed it at the heart of the Great Serpent. It reached its
mark. With a howl that shook the mountains and startled the wild beasts in their caves, the monster awoke. Followed by its terrified
companions, which also were howling with rage and terror, the Great Serpent plunged into the water.

At the bottom of the lake there still lay the body of Nanabozho's cousin. In their fury the serpents tore it into a
thousand pieces. His shredded lungs rose to the surface and covered the lake with whiteness.
The Great Serpent soon knew that he would die from his wound, but he and his companions were determined to
destroy Nanabozho. They caused the water of the lake to swell upward and to pound against the shore with the
sound of many thunders. Madly the flood rolled over the land, over the tracks of Nanabozho, carrying with it
rocks and trees. High on the crest of the highest wave floated the wounded Great Serpent. His eyes glared
around him, and his hot breath mingled with the hot breath of his many companions.


















Nanabozho, fleeing before the angry waters, thought of his Indian children. He ran through their villages,
shouting, "Run to the mountaintops! The Great Serpent is angry and is flooding the Earth! Run! Run!"
The Indians caught up their children and found safety on the mountains. Nanabozho continued his flight along
the base of the western hills and then up a high mountain beyond Lake Superior, far to the north. There he found
many men and animals that had escaped from the flood that was already covering the valleys and plains and
even the highest hills. Still the waters continued to rise. Soon all the mountains were under the flood, except the
high one on which stood Nanabozho.









































































There he gathered together timber and made a raft. Upon it the men and women and animals with
him placed themselves. Almost immediately the mountaintop disappeared from their view, and they
floated along on the face of the waters. For many days they floated. At long last, the flood began to
subside. Soon the people on the raft saw the trees on the tops of the mountains. Then they saw the
mountains and hills, then the plains and the valleys.
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By:Diamond, Mike,Luke, Antonio, And Travis
Special thanks to each and every member in our group
and also to our audience for listening to our story.
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2010 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com





















One day when Nanabozho returned to his lodge after a long journey, he missed his young cousin who lived with him. He
called the cousin's name but heard no answer. Looking around on the sand for tracks,
Nanabozho was startled by the trail of the Great Serpent. He then knew that his cousin had been seized by
his enemy.








Nanabozho picked up his bow and arrows and followed the track of
the serpent. He passed the great river, climbed mountains, and
crossed over valleys until he came to the shores of a deep and
gloomy lake. It is now called Manitou Lake, Spirit Lake, and also the
Lake of Devils. The trail of the Great Serpent led to the edge of the
water.
Nanabozho could see, at the bottom of the lake, the house of the
Great Serpent. It was filled with evil spirits, who were his servants
and his companions. Their forms were monstrous and terrible. Most
of them, like their master, resembled spirits. In the centre of this
horrible group was the Great Serpent himself, coiling his terrifying
length around the cousin of Nanabozho.
The head of the Serpent was red as blood. His fierce eyes glowed like
fire. His entire body was armed with hard and glistening scales of
every color and shade.
Looking down on these twisting spirits of evil, Nanabozho made up
his mind that he would get revenge on them for the death of his
cousin.
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