man's self.

It was blowing a gale and snow was being driven in fine flakes across
the plains when we went to the lodge for a story. Every minute the
weather was growing colder, and an early fall storm of severity was
upon us. The wind seemed to add to the good nature of our host as he
filled and passed me the pipe.

"This is the night I was to tell you about the Birch-Tree, and the wind
will help to make you understand," said War Eagle after we had finished
smoking.

"Of course," he continued, "this all happened in the summer-time when
the weather was warm, very warm. Sometimes, you know, there are great
winds in the summer, too.

"It was a hot day, and OLD-man was trying to sleep, but the heat made
him sick. He wandered to a hilltop for air; but there was no air.
Then he went down to the river and found no relief. He travelled to
the timberlands, and there the heat was great, although he found plenty
of shade. The travelling made him warmer, of course, but he wouldn't
stay still.

"By and by he called to the winds to blow, and they commenced. First
they didn't blow very hard, because they were afraid they might make
OLD-man angry, but he kept crying:

"'Blow harder--harder--harder! Blow worse than ever you blew before,
and send this heat away from the world.'

"So, of course, the winds did blow harder--harder than they ever had
blown before.

"'Bend and break, Fir-Tree!' cried OLD-man, and the Fir-Tree did bend
and break. 'Bend and break, Pine-Tree!' and the Pine-Tree did bend and
break. 'Bend and break, Spruce-Tree!' and the Spruce-Tree did bend and
break. 'Bend and break, O Birch-Tree!' and the Birch-Tree did bend,
but it wouldn't break--no, sir!--it wouldn't break!

"'Ho! Birch-Tree, won't you mind me? Bend and break! I tell you,'
but all the Birch-Tree would do was to bend.

"It bent to the ground; it bent double to please OLD-man, but it would
not break.

"'Blow harder, wind!' cried OLD-man, 'blow harder and break the
Birch-Tree.' The wind tried to blow harder, but it couldn't, and that
made the thing worse, because OLD-man was so angry he went crazy.
'Break! I tell you--break!' screamed OLD-man to the Birch-Tree.

"'I won't break,' replied the Birch; 'I shall never break for any wind.
I will bend, but I shall never, never break.'

"'You won't, hey?' cried OLD-man, and he rushed at the Birch-Tree with
his hunting-knife. He grabbed the top of the Birch because it was
touching th