is just as good to use. Then we arranged that flat, paddle-like
fan halfway between the top and the rope end where the roast will hang.
As your chicken roasts before the fire, that mill-fan keeps it
perpetually turning about so it browns alike all over."

Julie wanted to make one like it as soon as they went back to their own
camp, so she hastily sketched a model.

"It is a great stunt, all right, and we've cooked many dandy roasts this
way, and never scorched any," said Bob, when Alec concluded his
description.

The dinner began with oyster-mushroom stew, then they had roast chicken,
baked wild-potatoes, stewed bracken that tasted exactly like young
spinach, dandelion salad, and scout cakes for dessert.

It was mid-afternoon when the girls finally said good-by to their hosts,
and invited them soon to visit Dandelion Camp. They started on the
return hike, but when they reached the highest boulder back of the camp,
the scouts stood and waved good-by again.

"Come as soon as you can, but give us a whole day's warning, first!"
shouted Julie, to the four smiling boys below.

They made much better time going back, as the trail from Grey Fox Camp
was plain, and going down the other side of the crest was much simpler
than climbing up. They got back to their own camp by seven o'clock, and
were surprised to find Mr. Gilroy there before them, with supper all
ready to eat.

"Well, this sure is good of you!" sighed Julie, dropping upon the grass
with healthy fatigue.

"I thought you'd appreciate it; I had no exercise to-day, except what I
got running the car, so I decided to 'do a good turn' and digest that
dinner at the same time," said he.

After supper, which was unusually late that night, the tired scouts and
their visitor were sitting about the campfire hoping some one would tell
a story, when Julie spoke:

"Last summer, Gilly said he would tell us all sorts of Indian legends
when we visited camp in the Adirondacks. Now we're here and this is the
right sort of an evening to tell them."

The other scouts seconded the suggestion, but Mr. Gilroy said: "Funny,
but I don't remember that promise."

"I told you you've got an awful memory--didn't I want to dub you 'The
man-with-a-poor-memory?'" teased Judith.

The guest sat gazing silently into the fire for a few minutes, then he
began:

"I'm going to tell you a story that is told by the Alaskan Indians.
These ancient legends have been handed down from one generatio