er and weaker. Then he cried out, "My friend, I am
conquered. Let me go! Oh, let me go!"

The Indian arose and pushed the fire back from the Ice King. Then he
took his trembling hand, lifted him up, and led him to the door of the
wigwam.

As the Ice King passed out he said, "You have conquered me twice. You
shall always be my master."

Ever since that time men have been masters of the Ice King. When his
cold breath blows, they make the fires warmer and their clothing
thicker.

[Footnote: Adapted from "The Ice Man" in Legends of the
MicMacs, published by S. T. Rand; permission to use given by Helen S.
Webster, owner of copyright.]

THE WOLF, THE GOAT, AND THE KID

"Good-by, little one," said Mrs. White Paw, the goat, to her daughter.

"Do not go, mother, I am afraid to stay here alone," cried little Nanny.

"But I must get my dinner or you will have no milk for your supper,"
said her mother.

"There is nothing to fear but the prowling wolf. Bar the door when I am
gone; then he can not get in. Do not open the door unless you hear this
password, 'Cursed be the wolf and all his race!'"

The mother, as she trotted away, felt no fear for her little daughter's
safety. "No one knows that password but myself," she said; "but I shall
be very glad when Nanny is old enough to go out with me to dine on the
green hill. She is lonely when I am gone."

Little Nanny was not as safe as the mother thought, for slinking in the
bushes near Mrs. White Paw's home was the hateful wolf. He heard the
password which the mother gave to her little one, and laughed at the
thought of the good feast which he should have by and by.

After the mother had been away for some time, the wolf sneaked to the
door of the little house. He knocked, and gave the password, "Cursed be
the wolf and all his race." in a voice much like that of Mrs. White Paw.

Nanny started to open the door, thinking that her mother had come home;
but she stopped, for the voice had not sounded quite like her mother's
voice. "I will make sure that it is no one but my mother," she said to
herself. So she called, "Mother, show me your white paw before I open
the door."

The wolf was angry, for he had no white paw to show. He gave a long,
angry howl and went away.

The mother heard the howl as she turned her face homeward. "That will
frighten Nanny," she said, and she hurried home. On reaching the house,
she knocked and called in a cheery voice, "Cursed be the w