I cannot trust, for you would coax him to climb so
high that he would fall and die.

"No, none of you can have the boy."

Now a great bird that lives in the sky had flown into the council tree,
while the animals were speaking. But they had not seen him.

When Mother Bear had spoken, this wise old eagle flew down, and said,
"Give the boy to me, Mother Bear. No bird is so swift and strong as the
eagle. I will protect him. On my great wings I will bear him far away
from the bear hunters.

"I will take him to the wigwam of an Indian friend, where a little
Indian boy is wanted."

Mother Bear looked into the eagle's keen eyes. She saw that he could see
far.

Then she said, "Take him, eagle, I trust him to you. I know you will
protect the boy."

The eagle spread wide his great wings. Mother Bear placed the boy on his
back, and away they soared, far from the council woods.

The eagle left the boy, as he had promised, at the door of a wigwam
where a little Indian boy was wanted.

This was the first young American to be saved by an American eagle.

The boy grew to be a noble chief and a great hunter. No hunter could hit
a bear trail so soon as he, for he knew just where and how to find the
bear trees. But never was he known to cut down a bear tree, or to kill a
bear.

However, many were the wolf, panther, and deerskins that hung in his
lodge. The hunter's wife sat and made warm coats from the fox and beaver
skins which the hunter father brought in from the chase. But never was
the hunter, his wife, or his children seen to wear a bear-skin coat.

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HOW THE TURKEY BUZZARD GOT HIS SUIT

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It was a long, long time ago, when the earth was very young. Trees and
flowers were growing everywhere, but there were no birds. One morning
the Great Spirit drew back the blanket from the door of his wigwam in
the sky. He looked upon the earth and smiled, for he saw that his work
was good.

"Today," thought he, "I will make big butterflies, to fly in and out
among the beautiful trees and flowers of the earth. They shall sing as
they fly."

Then the Great Spirit spoke, and the tree tops were full of birds,--but
they had no feathers.

All day he watched them fly and listened to their songs. But their naked
bodies and long legs did not please him. Before the sun had set he had
made feathered suits, of every size and color, to cover them.

That night, as the birds hid their heads under the