a grandmother," she replied. "She lives in a lodge near
the river. You may go above the water to-day and visit her home, but
you must make sure first that she is digging roots on the hillside, for
she must not see you."

The children promised and went at once above the water. They saw the
lodge, and an old woman digging roots. Very quietly, they made their
way to the home of their grandmother. They found some food on the
table and helped themselves. Then they went back to tell their mother
all they had seen.

Three days they did this, but Grizzly Bear had missed the food each
day, and knew that no one but grandchildren would enter her lodge this
way and take her food. So, the fourth day, she commanded an old stump
to look like an old woman digging roots, and to move as the children
passed. Going back to her lodge, she prepared some powerful medicine,
and then hid herself behind some deerskins.

In a little while the children entered and began to eat the food. The
old woman quickly sprang out and threw the medicine over them. The boy
was completed covered with it, while only a few drops fell on the girl.
At once the boy changed into his proper form, and was a handsome young
Indian; while the girl was changed into a little black dog.

Grizzly Bear told the boy that she was his grandmother, and that he
must live with her now, but she did not tell him that the dog was his
sister. She only said, "You must take great care of this little dog,
and never beat or ill use it."

The boy promised, and every day he would go forth with his bow and
arrows to shoot birds, while the little dog ran beside him. One day he
was shooting red-headed woodpeckers. Three times he had killed a bird,
and the little dog ran ahead and ate it before he could reach her. The
boy became very angry at this, and, when she did it for the fourth
time, he struck her a hard blow with his arrow.

At once the dog cried, "Why are you treating me thus, and I am your
sister?" As soon as she had said this, she ran away. The boy
followed, but before he could catch it, the dog had turned into a
chickadee and had flown away. The sorrowing boy returned to his
grandmother, and told her everything that had happened.

"Why did you not tell me that the dog was my sister?" he asked.

"If I had told you," she replied, "you would have been more sorrowful
than you are now." Then she added, "Listen to me, my grandson; when
you are shooting, if an arro