They lived in a fine
wigwam and adored each other. While her husband was in the woods
shooting game or fishing, Ohio would sit in the doorway and watch for
his return, and as for him, his eyes were constantly roving towards the
valley where he could see the smoke coming from a certain wigwam; and
when it came in volumes as though from a freshly started fire, his heart
would rejoice, for then he knew that O-hi-o was preparing the supper and
it was time to return.

"And so these two who loved each other lived in one continual honeymoon
until the arrival of little Mus-kin-gum--a strong, lusty, little fellow
looking not unlike Wa-chi-ta, which pleased his grandfather only too
well. It was his father's delight to attend to his education, and his
father was not only beloved by his tribe but feared by his enemies. So
he wished to teach his little son to be honest, kind and fearless. He
wished him to be brave and able to lead his tribe into battle--to die
for them if necessary. He taught the boy to aim well and shoot with a
bow and arrow, and when he was about seven years old it was his delight
to accompany big Mus-kin-gum on his shooting expeditions--to help him
fish and hunt. Together they would tramp for miles, and O-hi-o would sit
in her doorway and embroider, thanking the Great Spirit that she had two
warriors to look after instead of one; and little Mus-kin-gum would clap
his hands with joy when she'd say:

"'What has the little warrior shot today?' And her husband would reply:
'He has helped me; he has carried my heavy bow and arrow; and he has
also carried these,' displaying a large string of fish. 'Besides, he
caught two of them.'

"Of course, they talked in Indian language, which is more beautiful than
ours.

"Then on their trips Mus-kin-gum would teach his little son how to
distinguish one tree from another by examining its leaves; how to tell
the name of a bird by listening to its call; how to read the signs of
the Indians; how to read from their tracks the whereabouts of the enemy,
the trail of the animals, and the secrets of the woods--the song of the
birds, the whispering of the trees, and the murmuring of the brook;
about the way of flowers, ferns, etc., and the names of the different
nuts and fruits that flower first and then become ripe and fall to the
ground.

"He taught him about the different animals and how to trap and shoot
them, and lastly he taught him about the stars and the stories connected
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