cave, Thorn told Pineknot all over again about
the mammoth. And he scratched a picture on the piece of tusk to show
him. Holding up the picture he said, "This is the way the angry
mammoth looked. His mouth was open, and his trunk was up. When still
a long way off, the men heard him trumpeting."

Then Thorn made another picture of the mammoth. In it he showed the
big body with the long hair, and the turned-up tusks, the long trunk,
the small eyes, and the shaggy ears.

Thorn was very happy that evening, as he sat in his old place by the
fire. Pineknot sat beside him, and Wow wow lay at his feet.

CHAPTER XV

THE RED MEN OF OUR OWN COUNTRY IN THE STONE AGE

Last summer a little boy went to visit his grandfather who lived near
one of the beautiful lakes in the northern part of our own land. The
family doctor was very kind to the boy and often took him on long walks
into the country.

[Illustration: A North American Indian]

One day, as they were going through the woods together, the boy said to
his friend, "Grandpa says that when he first came here, red men lived
all about him, and that they made their houses of skins and called them
wigwams. Afterwards the red men were all moved to the west and given
land there. But grandpa says that for years after they went away, he
used to find their arrow heads and stone axes as he turned up the
ground in plowing. I wish that I could find an arrow head!"

As the doctor walked on he pointed to a pebble half buried in the sand
beside the path. The boy stooped; there was a beautiful arrow head!
He was very glad. Seeing that he was pleased, the doctor took him to
his office and showed him hundreds of arrow heads. Some of them were
small and finely chipped.

[Illustration: A stone arrow head]

"These are bird arrows," the doctor said.

Then he showed large arrows.

"These are for killing buffalo and other big game."

And there were stone axes and hammers. Lastly, the doctor showed him
something that looked like a little, very old hatchet. The boy turned
it over and over and looked at it. It was all weather stained, and
reddish-brown and green.

[Illustration: A stone ax]

"This is not stone," the boy said at last.

"No," said the doctor, "that is a copper hatchet. I was very glad to
get that because there are not many of them found now. You know that
when Columbus came to our country, red men lived all over the land.
They were in what we call t