em, for I had my puppy baby. You have dolls
enough for both of us."

Flying Squirrel gave her playmate two of the queerest-looking dolls
you ever saw. They were rolls of deerskin with faces painted in black
on the ends.

The children tied the smaller dolls in board cradles, hung them to the
lodge poles, and sang lullabies.

Good Bird had packed a basket of food for her little daughter. Dried
meat, berries, parched rice, and corn made a fine feast. All were
invited, even the puppy, and the largest dolls were honored guests.

"I wish I had my new beaded bag to show you," said White Cloud. "I
shall put my doll's best clothes in it and hang it over her bed. Are
you learning to sew, Flying Squirrel?"

"I don't like to sew. I would rather climb trees. It's time to move
now. Let's get ready. We will go to the stream that flows into the
lake." And Flying Squirrel began to whistle for her dogs.

"My big dog is home with the rest of her puppies. May I have one of
yours?" asked White Cloud. "Last moon my father visited a friendly
camp. There were thirty lodges and more dogs than he could count. I
wish he had brought me another big one."

White Cloud did not say "thirty," for she knew no word for so large a
number. She raised her ten fingers three times, just as she had seen
her father do.

Flying Squirrel called her dogs, and they came running to her. She had
begun to train them to draw loads, and they stood quite still while
the girls harnessed them for moving. The bark covers of the two lodges
were taken off and carefully rolled. Then the lodge poles were corded
in two long straight bundles. Flying Squirrel crossed the small ends
and fastened them above the dog's back. The large ends dragged on the
ground.

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Back of the dog the sticks were held in place by two cross pieces of
wood carefully tied a little way apart. Between the cross pieces was a
strong netting that hung down like a shallow bag. The dolls and rolls
of bark were laid in one of the nets. What should the other dog carry?

"I know," exclaimed White Cloud. "My puppy shall have a ride." He was
caught and firmly tied. The net was a comfortable bed, and he made no
objection.

Soon the camp was packed, and the children started. The dogs trotted
along quietly, and everything went well for a time. As they came near
the little stream where they wished to set their camp, a rabbit ran
across the trail. Away went the dogs.

The rabbit leaped ove