hey got a spark in those days was to strike the steel
and flint together; a spark would fly forth and set the dry bark on
fire. But Wesakchak could not find his bag. He looked all over the
wigwam, still he could not find it. Then he noticed footmarks on the
ground near the door. Looking closely, he saw whose they were. "It is
that mischief-maker, the wolverine, who has taken my bag," he said. "I
shall go in search of it. And if I meet him, I shall punish him well
for all his mischief-making." He set forth in search of the precious
bag. All night he wandered through the forest, but could not find it.
When the morning came, he went back to his wigwam and sat down to think
what he was to do. "If I had my pipe," he said to himself, "I would
not feel so sad."

As he sat there, he thought he heard a noise like the wolverine behind
his lodge. Going out quickly, he saw the scamp among the trees.
Wesakchak followed, but could see nothing more of the animal. He
tramped on until he was tired, then turned homewards again.

As he was passing near a tall tree, he looked up, and there was his
Fire Bag hanging from one of the highest branches. The tree was smooth
and tall, and as Wesakchak began to climb he found himself slipping
down very often. Then he would catch hold quickly with his feet and
hands. After very hard work he succeeded at last in reaching the bag.
Then he slid quickly down the tree. But when he looked up at it, he
saw that its bark was hanging in torn pieces where he had caught it
with his feet and hands. So, to this day, the tamarac bark hangs in
tattered shreds to show that Wesakchak once climbed it.

On the way home he heard the wolverine, who was just trying to sneak
away among the bushes.

"Come forth here, brother wolverine," called Wesakchak. "I want to
talk to you."

The wolverine came out and stood in front of him. He did not look a
bit sorry for what he had done.

"You are always getting into mischief," said Wesakchak. "Now, I am
going to punish you for playing so many mean tricks. After this your
legs will be very short and crooked, and you will not be able to run as
fast as you did before."

As he said this, the wolverine's legs grew short and bent, and with an
angry growl the animal disappeared among the trees.

II. A WONDERFUL JOURNEY

One day Wesakchak decided to go on a long journey. He knew that
somewhere, many miles away, there was a village where people lived, a