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`` Come , Mary , hurry up ! Father said the gloaming would end about eleven , and we must be at the shore by that time . '' `` Pretty late hours for little children , '' said Kennedy . `` Never mind that , '' said Sagastao ; `` we will make up for it in winter time , when it gets dark at four o'clock . '' With Sagastao on one side of her in the big canoe and Minnehaha on the other -- their favorite positions when listening to her fascinating stories as she crooned them out in her soft , musical Cree -- Mary told them the story . `` Long ago , '' she began , `` there was a poor orphan boy who had neither father nor mother , uncle , aunt , nor any living relative that he knew of . He had a very hard time of it , as the people did not seem to take kindly to him .