A long time ago a man was hunting. He was in a very wild place where nobody lived. His luck wasn’t so good, and he was becoming very hungry. Eventually, he saw a footprint in the snow. This footprint was huge – twice the size of a man’s foot. He decided to follow the tracks and he travelled for a long time until he finally came to a clearing. In the clearing he saw a large bark lodge. He figured he would ask the owner for hospitality.
So the man went and rapped at the door. A woman came out and said to the hunter, “Why are you here? You shouldn’t have come here, for this is where the Windigo lives?” The hunter replied, “Good woman, I am very hungry. Will you give me some food?” The woman felt badly for the hunter and took him inside. She told him that he must hurry before the Windigo came home. The man, curious, asked the woman “What do you usually do for the Windigo when he comes home?” She told him that the Windigo forced her to rub his back, which was often sore after he went hunting for humans. "Well,” the man said, “I will hide behind his chair so he won’t see me.”
Soon, the Windigo arrived home. When the Windigo sat down, he said to the woman, “I smell some fresh Ojibwe meat.” The woman said, “It must be the smell of the people you just killed lingering on the air.” After sitting by the fire for a while, the Windigo said to the woman, “Come. Scratch my back and rub my shoulders.” She asked him, “Where is the sorest spot?” The Windigo said, “Here. Between my shoulders.” Hearing this, the hunter jumped up and buried his knife up to the handle in that spot. The Windigo screamed and died.
The Windigo's wife was very glad that the Windigo was killed. She thanked the man for saving her from him. She was a pretty woman, so the hunter took her home and kept her as his wife. They lived happily together for many years.