O-BERRIES FROM THE BUSHES
OLD-MAN AND THE FOX
WHY THE BIRCH-TREE WEARS THE SLASHES IN ITS BARK
MISTAKES OF OLD-MAN
HOW THE MAN FOUND HIS MATE
DREAMS
RETROSPECTION

INTRODUCTION

It was the moon when leaves were falling, for Napa had finished
painting them for their dance with the North wind. Just over the
ragged mountain range the big moon hung in an almost starless sky, and
in shadowy outline every peak lay upon the plain like a giant pattern.
Slowly the light spread and as slowly the shadows stole away until the
October moon looked down on the great Indian camp--a hundred lodges,
each as perfect in design as the tusks of a young silver-tip, and all
looking ghostly white in the still of the autumn night.

Back from the camp, keeping within the ever-moving shadows, a
buffalo-wolf skulked to a hill overlooking the scene, where he stopped
to look and listen, his body silhouetted against the sky. A dog howled
occasionally, and the weird sound of a tom-tom accompanying the voice
of a singer in the Indian village reached the wolf's ears, but caused
him no alarm; for not until a great herd of ponies, under the eyes of
the night-herder, drifted too close, did he steal away.

Near the centre of the camp was the big painted lodge of War Eagle, the
medicine-man, and inside had gathered his grandchildren, to whom he was
telling the stories of the creation and of the strange doings of Napa,
the creator. Being a friend of the old historian, I entered
unhindered, and with the children listened until the hour grew late,
and on the lodge-wall the dying fire made warning shadows dance.

WHY THE CHIPMUNK'S BACK IS STRIPED

What a splendid lodge it was, and how grand War Eagle looked leaning
against his back-rest in the firelight! From the tripod that supported
the back-rest were suspended his weapons and his medicine-bundle, each
showing the wonderful skill of the maker. The quiver that held the
arrows was combined with a case for the bow, and colored quills of the
porcupine had been deftly used to make it a thing of beauty. All about
the lodge hung the strangely painted linings, and the firelight added
richness to both color and design. War Eagle's hair was white, for he
had known many snows; but his eyes were keen and bright as a boy's, as
he gazed in pride at his grandchildren across the lodge-fire. He was
wise, and had been in many battles, for his was a warlike tribe. He
knew all about the worl