Frank G. Speck, Myths and Folk-lore of the Timiskaming Algonquin and Timagami Ojibwa
“ There were not even bones enough for [6] bouillon. There was only the grease in the pail. “Well,” said he, “I’ll have grease anyway.” The Bear’s bladder was hanging in some willow trees where he had thrown it when he had cut him up. And he went over and filled the bladder with the grease, so that he could cool it. He tied the neck of the bladder so that it would hold the grease. “Now,” said he to himself, “even if they have taken all my meat and bones, I’ll have the grease. ”
