never grow empty. I am blind and cannot go on a hunt.
Hence a kind Maker has given me these magic bags of choicest foods."

Then the old, bent man pulled at a rope which lay by his right hand.
"This leads me to the brook where I drink! and this," said he, turning
to the one on his left, "and this takes me into the forest, where I feel
about for dry sticks for my fire."

"Grandfather, I wish I lived in such sure luxury! I would lean back
against a tent pole, and with crossed feet I would smoke sweet willow
bark the rest of my days," sighed Manstin.

"My grandchild, your eyes are your luxury! you would be unhappy without
them!" the old man replied.

"Grandfather, I would give you my two eyes for your place!" cried
Manstin.

"How! you have said it. Arise. Take out your eyes and give them to me.
Henceforth you are at home here in my stead."

At once Manstin took out both his eyes and the old man put them on!
Rejoicing, the old grandfather started away with his young eyes while
the blind rabbit filled his dream pipe, leaning lazily against the tent
pole. For a short time it was a most pleasant pastime to smoke willow
bark and to eat from the magic bags.

Manstin grew thirsty, but there was no water in the small dwelling.
Taking one of the rawhide ropes he started toward the brook to quench
his thirst. He was young and unwilling to trudge slowly in the old man's
footpath. He was full of glee, for it had been many long moons since he
had tasted such good food. Thus he skipped confidently along jerking the
old weather-eaten rawhide spasmodically till all of a sudden it gave way
and Manstin fell headlong into the water.

"En! En!" he grunted kicking frantically amid stream. All along the
slippery bank he vainly tried to climb, till at last he chanced upon the
old stake and the deeply worn footpath. Exhausted and inwardly disgusted
with his mishaps, he crawled more cautiously on all fours to his wigwam
door. Dripping with his recent plunge he sat with chattering teeth
within his unfired wigwam.

The sun had set and the night air was chilly, but there was no fire-wood
in the dwelling. "Hin!" murmured Manstin and bravely tried the other
rope. "I go for some fire-wood!" he said, following the rawhide rope
which led into the forest. Soon he stumbled upon thickly strewn dry
willow sticks. Eagerly with both hands he gathered the wood into his
outspread blanket. Manstin was naturally an energetic fellow.

When he had a large