There was once a couple well advanced in years. They were powerful and rich in the Indian fashion, but they were unhappy because they had no children.This was near the river St. John's, on the shore of a small lake.After the woman had gone in vain to all the medicine men and m'téoulin, she heard of an old doctress, or witch, who lived not very far off. And though hope was almost dead, the witch was consulted.She gave the wife some herbs, and bade her steep them in a pot out-of-doors, and then let them boil. When the vessel should dance over the flame, the propitious moment would be at hand.Everything succeeded according to the witch's prediction. A few days after she appeared in the town. The mother, who was a very proud woman, had in advance hung up an Indian cradle with very fine ornaments. The old woman was very dirty, poor, and squalid. The proud woman was furious at the visit, which mortified her in every way. She drove the witch away with bitter words, bidding her begone with her rags. The old woman went away muttering, "That woman, too proud, too ugly proud, I'll see."What she saw was bad for the mother. She took some more herbs from her box and threw them in the fire, crying with a loud voice, "At-o-sis! At-o-sis!" and imitated the motions of a snake.When the proud woman was confined, she gave birth to two large serpents. They had each a white ring round …
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