illage.
Everything was made ready for sudden moving in case of attack. All the
trained dogs were called and tied in the wigwams of their owners.

A guard of young Indians was placed on watch for the night. Fleet Deer
came late to his lodge, and after eating he joined the warriors.

As nothing more could be done, Good Bird comforted her frightened
little daughter by stories. Swift Elk pretended to be very brave. He
did not run out of the wigwam as usual, but lay on the ground and
listened to his mother.

"Now, my daughter," she said, "I'll tell you the story you asked for
this morning."

THE LYNX AND THE HARE

Once a little hare asked her mother if she might play on the big rock
near the lodge.

"Yes, little one, but you must not leave the rock. And be sure that
you do not speak to any stranger who passes by," replied her mother.

Now the rock was low near the lodge, but very high on the other side,
where it overlooked a stream.

A hungry lynx saw the little hare jumping on the high rock. "I must
have that hare for my dinner," he said. So he spoke in a kind voice.
"Wabose, Wabose. Come here, my little white one."

The hare went to the edge of the rock and looked down.

"Come here, pretty Wabose. I want to talk with you," said the lynx in
a coaxing voice.

"Oh, no," said the hare. "I am afraid of you. My mother told me not
to talk to strangers."

"You are very pretty, and you are a good, obedient child. But I am not
a stranger. I am a relative of yours. Go down the rock and come to the
stream where I can see you better. I want to send some word to your
lodge. Come down and see me, you pretty little hare."

The hare was pleased to be praised and called pretty. When she heard
that the lynx was a relative, she forgot to obey her mother.

She jumped down from the rock where she stood and trotted to the
stream. There the lynx pounced upon her and tore her to pieces.

"Don't you know any war stories?" asked Swift Elk.

"Yes; I heard one in the moon of snow that you will like," answered
his mother.

HOW THE ANIMALS SAVED THE TRIBE

Once there was an Indian village in great danger. The trail of the
enemy had been found on every side of the camp.

The women were making ready for flight. They had harnessed their dogs
to the dragging poles. The rawhide netting between the braces that
held the poles in place was packed with household goods.

An attack was expected in the early morning. Guards