of him, especially as HE could not climb trees like the bear, so he
followed, and stood at the foot of the tree, shrieking as loud as he
could, 'Come down, sister; our father has sent me to look for you! You
were lost when you were a little girl and went out picking berries, and
it was only the other day that we heard from a beaver where you were.'
At these words, the bear came a little way down the tree, and the
wolverine, seeing this, went on:

'Are you not fond of berries? I am! And I know a place where they
grow so thick the ground is quite hidden. Why, look for yourself! That
hillside is quite red with them!'

'I can't see so far,' answered the bear, now climbing down altogether.
'You must have wonderfully good eyes! I wish I had; but my sight is very
short.'

'So was mine till my father smashed a pailful of cranberries, and rubbed
my eyes with them,' replied the wolverine. 'But if you like to go and
gather some of the berries I will do just as he did, and you will soon
be able to see as far as me.'

It took the bear a long while to gather the berries, for she was slow
about everything, and, besides, it made her back ache to stoop. But
at last she returned with a sackful, and put them down beside the
wolverine. 'That is splendid, sister!' cried the wolverine. 'Now lie
flat on the ground with your head on this stone, while I smash them.'

The bear, who was very tired, was only too glad to do as she was bid,
and stretched herself comfortably on the grass.

'I am ready now,' said the wolverine after a bit; 'just at first you
will find that the berries make your eyes smart, but you must be careful
not to move, or the juice will run out, and then it will have to be done
all over again.'

So the bear promised to lie very still; but the moment the cranberries
touched her eyes she sprang up with a roar.

'Oh, you mustn't mind a little pain,' said the wolverine, 'it will soon
be over, and then you will see all sorts of things you have never dreamt
of.' The bear sank down with a groan, and as her eyes were full of
cranberry juice, which completely blinded her, the wolverine took up a
sharp knife and stabbed her to the heart.

Then he took off the skin, and, stealing some fire from a tent, which
his sharp eyes had perceived hidden behind a rock, he set about roasting
the bear bit by bit. He thought the meat was the best he ever had
tasted, and when dinner was done he made up his mind to try that same
trick again,