- Name: Manitou-Ewitchi-Saga ("Mountain of the Dread Manitou")
- Location: Mont-Tremblant National Park, Quebec
- Composition: Wendigo
- Totem: Moose
- Nature: Unknown
- Level: Unknown
- Sept Alpha: Unknown
- Caern Warder: Unknown
- Moon Bridges: Unknown
- Former Residents: None
- Visitors: None
- OOC Contact: Claude
An excerpt from the Tale of Manitou-Ewitchi-Saga:
- Ages untold dreamed on in fair content.
- The children of Ewitchi lived his laws,
- Basked on his blufftops, waded in his creeks,
- And trustful in the pleasant dream of life
- Passed trustful to the pleasant dream of death.
- The trees unnumbered gloried in the Sun,
- Clematis crept, white trilliums flowered and fell,
- Sedge and red mountain laurel watched by streams,
- In sandy bays the waterlilies shone,
- The speckled trout inhabited his nooks
- The grey his deeps, innumerable schools
- Of fry forged merrily along the shores
- Where ran the prudent mink, and flocks of ducks,
- Contented sailed and silent herons fished,
- While bright kingfishers flew from tree to tree,
- And nights rang with the insistent whippoorwill.
- Millions of years they lived their busy lives.
- Enchanted by Ewitchi.
- Yesterday
- Yesterday to those countless years of life
- Came the first man as if he owned it all,
- One of a brutal race, untribal chief
- By murder right, of thankless offspring fierce,
- And by the heron-haunted marsh he lit
- His fire that frighted and began to slay :
- Slew the great-hearted bear, the graceful deer
- The painted trout, the whippoorwill, the loon
- That laughing fluter in the lonely bays,
- Then the kind beaver, loved by manitous,
- The blameless beaver, slew he in their house,
- And roared "Ewitchi is not chief, but I,"
- The weeping beaver the Blue Heron prayed
- "Go tell our Father": the Blue Heron told
- The Eagle Gray, Ewitchi's messenger.
- So from his summits the Ewitchi looked
- And as the master of that low-browed clan
- Defiant slaughter spread, a cloud arose
- Pillared, colossal, black, the great range shook
- With wrathful tremblings, and the wicked horde
- Fell crushed beneath the windfalls of the storm.
- Therefore the kindlier Red Man later feared
- The Trembling Mountain feared with reverent head
- And murmured "Manitou-Ewitchi-Saga"
- "The Mountain of the Dreaded Manitou"
- And still the mountain shakes when thoughtless souls
- Defy the great laws of the wilderness
- And still the children of Ewitchi live
- His will, and wait the passing of brief Man.