unters lived. He asked her to make him six
pairs of moccasins, so that he could go and find the village. He then
put some food in a bag, took his war-club, and, when the moccasins were
finished, set out on his journey. As he was saying good-bye to his
sister, she told him that one pair of the moccasins was enchanted.

On he went quickly, over miles of prairie, across little streams, and
through the bush. When he grew tired, he would lie down and sleep.
When he was rested, he would get up and go on. So he travelled many
days, and when one pair of moccasins wore out, he put on another pair.

At last he came to a wigwam, in which sat an old woman. When she saw
him, she called, "Come in, my grandchild."

He entered, and sat down at her feet.

"Where are you going?" she asked him.

"I am going to find the village of the hunters," he answered.

"Oh, beware, my child," she cried. "Many a brave one of your tribe has
tried to find that village, and none has ever come back. Take care
they do not kill you, also."

"I am not afraid," the boy replied, his eyes shining.

"Well, listen to me," she said in a low voice. "I shall give you two
bones which the medicine men use. They will help you very much." Then
she told him many things which he was to do when the time came. When
she had finished, he thanked her, and went his way.

He travelled for two days more, and at last came in sight of the
hunters' village. It looked as the old woman told him it would. In
the centre of the village stood a lodge, where the chief, lived. In
front of this lodge, a tall tree grew. This tree was stripped of its
bark and branches, and hanging from it, about halfway up, was a small
lodge, wherein lived the chief's two daughters. It was in this small
lodge that all the Indians had been killed, after they had found the
village.

The boy remembered what the old woman had told him, so he changed
himself into a squirrel. He ran up the smooth side of the tree. But
when he had nearly reached the lodge, the tree shot quickly up into the
air, carrying the little house with it. The boy climbed up higher.
Again the tree shot up in the air. And the higher he climbed, the
higher the tree went, until at last it stopped. It could go no
farther, for it had reached the arch of heaven.

When the boy saw this, he changed himself from the squirrel back into a
boy, and entered the lodge. The two sisters were squatted on the
floor. He asked