etimes a close tent of deerskins served the
purpose. The patient was put in a little tent where, in a hollow under
him, heated stones were placed, over which water was thrown until the
confined air was heated to the required temperature and saturated with
the steam.

Oowikapun had fortunately broken no bones in his battle with the savage
wolf, but he knew that his wounds were dangerous. Some of them were so
situated in his arm that he could not reach them with his mouth in order
that he might suck out the poisonous saliva of the wolf that he feared
might be in them, and it now being in the depth of winter, he could not
obtain the medicinal herbs which the Indians use as poultices for
dangerous wounds of this description.

While brooding over his misfortune he suddenly remembered the snowshoe
tracks of the stranger, and at once resolved to try and find his lodge,
and secure help. To decide was to act. The few preparations necessary
were soon made, and taking the most direct route to the spot where he
had last seen the trail of the stranger he was soon in it. He was
uncertain at first whether to go backward or forward on it in order to
reach the wigwam, for he had not the remotest idea whether these tracks
led to it or from it. But his native shrewdness came into play to solve
the question. First he noticed from the way the shoes sunk in the snow
that the man was carrying a heavy load; next he observed that the tracks
were not like those of a hunter going out from his home, moving about
cautiously locking for game, but were rather those of a man well loaded
from a successful hunt, and pushing on straight for home with his
burden. Quickly had he read these things and arrived at his
conclusions; so he resolved to go on with the trail, and he was not
disappointed. He had travelled only a few miles, ere in a pleasant
grove of balsam trees, on the borders of a little ice-covered lake, he
discovered, by the ascending smoke from the top, the wigwam of his
unknown friend.

Without hesitancy he marched up to it, and lifting the large moose skin
which served as its only door, he stooped down and entered in. A
pleasant fire was burning on the ground in the centre, and partly
circled around it was the Indian family. As though Oowikapun had been
long looked for as an expected, honoured guest, he was cordially
welcomed in quiet Indian style and directed to a comfortable place in
the circle, the seat of the stranger. The