[The bootaagan] That was where they trampled the rice, or, sometimes, so it is said, they pounded the rice. When it got to be night and we were through using it, we covered that mill up so it wouldn't get wet and so no sand would start getting into it.fromMaude Kegg, Portage Lake: Memories of an Ojibwe Childhood, ed. John D. Nichols (Edmonton, Alberta: University of Alberta Press, 1991), 123.