chief grasped his tomahawk more firmly, and
dashing up a few paces, aimed a blow at the monster's feet. But before
it fell, the Windmaker waved both ears again. With a roar like thunder
the gale swept down, carrying the brave chief with it. It tossed him
in the air, turned him around two or three times, and hurled him into a
clump of fir-trees at the foot of the mountain. The Indians ran
frantically to the spot and picked him up, but he was quite dead. They
buried him sadly where he had fallen, at the foot of the tender firs.
Then they went quietly back to their village in the mountains and have
been content to live there ever since.

MOOWIS

In a certain tribe in the far West there was a maiden who was very
beautiful. Many warriors loved her, but she would listen to none of
them.

In the same tribe there was a young man who was called Beau-man,
because he was so beautifully dressed. He was very handsome too, and
so when he fell in love with the maiden, he felt sure she would love
him also; but when he came to see her, she would not listen, and when
he tried to make her hear, she made a motion with her hand which means
contempt. This made him feel very mean. All his friends laughed at
him, and this made him so very angry that he went away to his tent and
lay down. He remained without eating anything for many weeks. His
parents and friends all coaxed him to get up, but he would not.

At length the time came for the tribe to move camp, as this was just a
hunting trip, and when the summer arrived they always went back to the
village. They asked Beau-man to come with them, but still he would not
move. So they lifted the tent, and left him lying there in his bed all
alone.

The next day he got up, for he had thought of a splendid plan to have
revenge on the maiden. He knew a spirit who would help him when asked.

He began to gather all the bits of colored cloth, old beads, and
feathers that were lying on the ground where the camp had been. Most
of them were very dirty, and some were wet with snow. But he put them
all in one pile, and then with the help of the spirit, he made them all
look clean. Then he made beaded moccasins from some of the scraps;
leggings and a coat from some others. At last a frontlet with feathers
sticking in it for the head. He gathered up snow and dirt, and filled
the moccasins and the rest of the suit with it. The spirit changed the
whole thing into a man,--a fine-loo