to all who have camped under canvas during a storm,
and is more easily remembered than explained.

The smoke hung heavy in the top of the teepee and kept crowding down
until it became unpleasant.

"Lift the teepee cover on the windward side, Yan. There, that's
it--but hold on," as a great gust came in, driving the smoke and ashes
around in whirlwinds. "You had ought to have a lining. Give me that
canvas: that'll do." Taking great care not to touch the teepee cover,
Caleb fastened the lining across three pole spaces so that the opening
under the canvas was behind it. This turned the draught from their
backs and, sending it over their heads, quickly cleared the teepee of
smoke as well as kept off what little rain entered by the smoke hole.

"It's on them linings the Injuns paint their records and adventures.
They mostly puts their totems on the outside an' their records on the
lining."

"Bully," said Sam; "now there's a job for you. Little Beaver; by the
time you get our adventures on the inside and our totems on the out I
tell you we'll be living in splendour."

"I think," answered Yan indirectly, "we ought to take Mr. Clark into
the Tribe. Will you be our Medicine Man?" Caleb chuckled in a quiet
way, apparently consenting. "Now I have four totems to paint on the
outside," and this was the beginning of the teepee painting that Yan
carried out with yellow clay, blue clay dried to a white, yellow clay
burned to red, and charcoal, all ground in Coon grease and Pine gum,
to be properly Indian. He could easily have gotten bright colours
in oil paint, but scorned such White-man's truck, and doubtless the
general effect was all the better for it.

"Say, Caleb," piped Guy, "tell us about the Injuns--about their
bravery. Bravery is what _I_ like," he added with emphasis,
conscious of being now on his own special ground. "Why, I mind the
time that old Woodchuck was coming roaring at me--I bet some fellers
would just 'a' been so scared--"

"_Hssh!_" said Sam.

Caleb smoked in silence. The rain pattered on the teepee without; the
wind heaved the cover. They all sat silently. Then sounded loud
and clear a terrifying "_scrrrrrr--oouwurr_." The boys were
startled--would have been terrified had they been outside or alone.

"That's it--that's the Banshee," whispered Sam.

Caleb looked up sharply.

"What is it?" queried Yan. "We've heard it a dozen times, at least."

Caleb shook his head, made no reply, but turned to his D