will visit him," said North Wind. "Then he shall feel my power."

That very night North Wind went to the door of the wigwam. He lifted
the curtain and looked in.

Wild Duck had cooked his fish and was lying before the bright fire. He
was singing a song to his enemy.

"You may blow as hard as you can, North Wind," he sang. "I dare you to
freeze me. You may pile the snow to the top of my lodge. I shall climb
the drifts and go fishing just the same."

"How dare a little duck sing like this about me?" blustered North Wind.
"I will enter. I will blow my cold breath upon him, and he will freeze."

North Wind pushed his way through the door and sat down on the
opposite side of the lodge. Cold blasts filled the hut.

Was Wild Duck afraid? He got up and poked the fire, singing his song
louder and louder. Not once did he look at his guest.

"Does he not know that I am here?" thought North Wind.

The little duck stirred the great log until it crackled and snapped.

"I cannot stand this heat," said North Wind to himself. "I am melting. I
must go out." The water was dripping from his hair, and tears ran down
his cheeks. He crept out of the wigwam and left Wild Duck to his songs.

"What a wonderful duck!" he said. "I cannot freeze him, I cannot even
stop his singing. The spirit of the fire is helping him, and I will
let him alone."

And to this day you can see the wild duck fishing where the rushes
grow. He is warm in his coat of thick feathers, and North Wind can
never freeze the brave little duck.

[Illustration]

SUMMER SPORTS

Swift Elk and his companions were cutting great chunks of clay from
the bank near the stream. Soon a crowd of boys, each armed with a
large piece of clay and a long green switch, ran shouting to the
near-by forest.

Here they divided into two bands for a sham battle, and all hid behind
trees. Balls of clay were pressed on the ends of the slender sticks
and thrown, as you would throw green apples.

Swift Elk ran out from behind the tree where he had been hiding.
Quickly he threw mud balls at every boy that he saw peeping at him.

Other boys rushed from their sheltering tree trunks to dare the
opposing forces. A shower of mud balls filled the air. There were
shouts and war whoops, advances and retreats.

Dogs, barking and jumping, rushed into battle with their masters.

When the clay was all used, the boys ran to the bank for more. For
half a day the fight went on, many prisone