d the wolves which had been keeping watch upon her rushed off on
its trail. Hurrying down, she, although half starved, quickly sped on
her way. Thus had she travelled all alone, her life often in jeopardy
from savage beasts; but she feared them less than she did the rude white
men from whom she had just fled. The clothing she had on when she
reached home, was principally of rabbit skins taken from the rabbits she
had captured, and made to supply that in which she had started, but
which had been almost torn in rags by the hardships of the way."

The man when kicked out of the place of the white traders had
fortunately for himself, after a couple of days' wanderings, fallen in
with some friendly Indians, who took pity on him, clothed and fed him,
and sent him back in care of some of their best canoe men. The result
was he reached home long before his brave wife, who had to work her way
along as we have described.

Oowikapun listened to this story of the old man, whose name was
Mookoomis, Indianlike, with patience, until he closed; and then in
strong language expressed his horror and indignation. It was most
unfortunate that he should have heard it in the state of mind that he
was in at that time. From his meeting with Memotas and Astumastao he
had inferred that all white men were good people, but here was a rude
awakening from that illusion. Terrible indeed have been the evils
wrought by the white men in these regions where dwell the red men, as
well as in other lands. The native prejudices and even their
superstitious religions are not as great hindrances to the spread of the
Gospel among them as are the abominable actions and rascalities of white
men who bring their fire water and their sins from Christian lands.

For a time Mookoomis exerted a strong influence over Oowikapun, and many
were the hours they spent together. Oowikapun was in such a state of
restlessness that the only times he could be said to be at peace were
when either engaged in the excitements of hunting, or when listening to
Mookoomis's excited words as he talked away, hour after hour, of the old
legends and traditions of his people, whose glory, alas! was now
departed.

One evening, when a few interested listeners were gathered around the
wigwam fire of the old story-teller, whom they had made happy by gifts
of venison and tobacco, Oowikapun said to him, "Good father, you are
wise in many things about which we are ignorant, and long ago th