17 THE WENDIGO  

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6/7/2006 5:44 pm

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17 THE WENDIGO

17 THE WENDIGO
A wealthy man wanted to go haunting in a part of northern
Canada where few people had ever haunted. He traveled to a
trading post and tried to find a guide to take him. But no
one would do it. it was too dangerous, they said. Finally,
he found an Indian who needed money badly, and he agreed to
take him. The Indian's name was De'Fago They made came in
the snow near a large frozen lake. For three days they
haunted, but they had nothing to show for it. The third
night a windstorm came up. They lay in their tent listening
to the wind howling and the trees whipping back and forth.
To see the storm better, the haunter opened the tent flap.
What he saw startled him. There wasn't a breath of air
stirring, and the trees were standing perfectly still. Yet
he could hear the wind howling. And the more he listened,
the more it sounded as if it were calling "De'Fago's
name. "Da-faaaaaaaaay-go!" it called. "Da-aaaaaaaaay-
go!" "I must be loosing my mind," the haunter thought.
But De'Fago had gotten out of his sleeping bag. He was
huddled in a corner of the tent, his head buried in his
arms. "What's this all about?" the hunter asked. "It's
nothing," De'Fago said. But the wind continued to call to
him. And De'Fago became more tense and restless. "Da-
Faaaaaaaaay-go!" it called. "Da-faaaaaaaaay-go!" Suddenly,
he jumped to his feet, and he began to run from the tent.
But the hunter grabbed him and wrestled him to the
ground. "You can't leave me out here," the hunter shouted.
Then the wind called again, and De"Fago broke loose and ran
into the darkness. The hunter could hear him screaming as
he went. Again and again he cried, "Oh, my fiery feet, my
burning feet of fire . . ." Then his voice faded away, and
the wind died down. At daybreak, the hunter followed
De'Fago's tracks in the snow. They went through the woods,
down toward the lake, then out into the ice. But soon he
noticed something strange. The steps De'Fago had taken got
longer and longer. They were so long no human being could
have taken them. It was as if something had helped him to
hurry away. The hunter followed the tracks out to the
middle of the lake, but there they disappeared. At first he
thought that De"Fago had fallen through the ice, but there
wasn't any hole. Then he thought that something had pulled
him off the ice into the sky. But that made no sense. As he
stood wondering what had happened, the wind picked up
again. Soon it was howling as it had the night before. Then
he head De'Fago's voice. It was coming from up above, and
again he heard De'Fago screaming" . . . My fiery feet, my
burning feet . . . " But there was nothing to be seen. Now
the hunter wanted to leave that place as fast as he could.
He went back to camp and packed. Then he left some food for
De'Fago, and he started out. Weeks later he reached
civilization. The following year he went back to hunt in
that area again. He went to the same trading post to look
for a guide. The people there could not explain what had
happened to De'Fago that night. But they had not seen him
since then. "Maybe it was the Wendigo," one of them said,
and he laughed. "It's supposed to come with the wind. It
drags you along at great speed until your feet are burned
away, and more of you then that. Then it carries you into
the sky, and it drops you. It's just a crazy story, but
that's what some of the Indians say." A few days later the
hunter was at the trading post again. An Indian came in and
sat by the fire. He had a blanket wrapped around him, and
he wore his hat so that you couldn't see his face. The
hunter thought there was something familiar about him. He
walked over and he asked, "Are you De'Fago?" The Indian
didn't answer. "Do you know anything about him?" No answer.
He began to wonder if something was wrong, if the man
needed help. But he couldn't see his face. "Are you all
right?" he asked. To get a look at him, he lifted the
Indian's hat. Then he screamed. There was nothing under the
hat but a pile of ashes.


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