e hated.
Everything a boy had to do, she liked. Her name was Kagigegabo, which
meant "One who stands forever." That would be a great name for a Brave,
but she could never do anything that was worth while. She was only a
girl.

Slowly she rose to bring the corn and grind it. There was little needed,
for the Braves of the wigwam had all gone--even Guka, her brother, had
gone. Before this she had watched the others go and then had had him to
cheer her. Oh, dear! Why was she a girl?

Hearing a step behind her, she rose to find Wicostu, the oldest squaw of
the tribe, waiting to speak with her.

"I have heard your thought," she said. "You think that to be a girl is to
be less than a Brave. It is not so. It is not so. To be a squaw one must
be very brave. We cannot go to hunt and to kill, but it takes no less of
courage to stay here and guard the tepees. It takes courage to bear
pain--it takes courage to be tired and not complain. You can be brave,
Kagigegabo, even though you must grow into a Mahala and sit by the fire.
The courage is not in the war paint and feathers--the courage is all in
the heart."

Kagigegabo sat very still after Wicostu had left her. Over and over she
said to herself those last words of the old squaw--"The courage is all in
the heart." Perhaps after all she could be a Brave, such as Guka was
trying to be.

Down toward the spring she ran to get the water for the meal when,
suddenly, a hand reached out of the bushes, and she was drawn into them.
When she tried to scream, a heavy band was placed over her mouth, and then
her hands were tied, her eyes were bandaged and she felt herself being
thrown on a pony. Oh! how fast they went!--like the wind it seemed.

Who had taken her? Where was she going? What did they want? Frightened as
she was, she still was trying to think.

Then, like a flash, there came to her something that she had heard the old
chief say when she had been trying to get closer to the council fire the
last night.

"We shall go by the hill trail, for Eagle's Claw will surely have spies
about the camp. We cannot get through the valley alive."

Perhaps she had been taken by the spies and was on her way to the enemy
camp of Eagle's Claw. Oh! What did they want? If only she were a Brave,
perhaps she would know what to do. Then there came to her the words of
Wicostu:

"You can be brave. The courage is all in the heart." But to be brave when
one did not know what was going to happen--oh!