k only of
pleasure."

"I am not afraid of anything," said the brother. "I must go."

"Well, then," said Bokwewa, "I shall tell you of two dangers that lie
in the path. When you first start, you will find a grape-vine across
your path. Do not eat any of its fruit, for it is poisonous. It will
make you become very careless. Then, farther on you will come across
something that looks like bear's fat. It is clear, like jelly. Do not
eat of it, for it is frogs' eggs and will make you forget your home."

The brother promised to remember these warnings, and set out for the
village.

He had not gone very far when he noticed a grape-vine lying across the
road. The grapes were beautiful and juicy, so he ate some. Some
distance on he came to a jellylike mass, and he ate it. This was the
frogs' eggs, and he at once forgot his home and brother, and even his
wife. He travelled on for two days, and towards evening came in sight
of the large village. The people in it seemed to be having a good
time. Some were dancing and singing, and many of the women were
beating corn in golden dishes. When they saw him coming, they ran out,
shouting, "Here comes Bokwewa's brother to visit us."

They welcomed him with joy, and led him into the village. In a short
time he was beating corn with the women. That is the surest sign to
the Indians that a warrior has lost his bravery.

Days and weeks went by, and still he did not try to find his wife,
although she was living in that same village. Bokwewa waited at home,
hoping each day that his brother would return. At length, when some
years had gone by, he set out to find him. As he travelled along the
same road, he passed the grape-vine and the frogs' eggs. But they held
no danger for him, as he did not taste them. When he came in sight of
the village, he felt sorry for the people, who were wasting their lives
in idle games and other pleasures. As he came closer, the people ran
out, shouting, "Oh, Bokwewa has come to visit us! The good Bokwewa of
whom we have heard so much! Welcome to our village!"

Bokwewa entered with them and found his brother. He was still beating
corn with the women, and seemed very happy. Bokwewa coaxed him to come
home, but he would not listen. He seemed content to stay there and do
no work. This made Bokwewa very sorry, for he knew his brother was no
longer a brave warrior. When evening came Bokwewa went down to the
riverside. There he changed