eep it clean,
too. We'll dig a hole for everything that won't burn."

So Yan seized the spade and began to dig in the bushes not far from
the teepee. Sam and Guy were gradually drawn in. They began gathering
all the rubbish and threw it into the hole. As they tumbled in bones,
tins and scraps of bread Yan said: "I just hate to see that bread go
in. It doesn't seem right when there's so many living things would be
glad to get it."

At this, Caleb, who was sitting on a log placidly smoking, said:

"Now, if ye want to be real Injun, ye gather all the eatables ye don't
want--meat, bread and anything, an' every day put it on some
high place. Most generally the Injuns has a rock--they call it
_Wakan_; that means sacred medicine--an' there they leave scraps
of food to please the good spirits. Av coorse it's the birds and
Squirrels gets it all; but the Injun is content as long as it's gone,
an' if ye argy with them that 'tain't the spirits gets it, but the
birds, they say: 'That doesn't matter. The birds couldn't get it if
the spirits didn't want them to have it,' or maybe the birds took it
to carry to the spirits!"

Then the Grand Council went out in a body to seek the _Wakan
Rock_. They found a good one in the open part of the woods, and it
became a daily duty of one to carry the remnants of food to the rock.
They were probably less acceptable to the wood creatures than they
would have been half a year later, but they soon found that there were
many birds glad to eat at the _Wakan_; and moreover, that before
long there was a trail from the brook, only twenty-five yards away,
that told of four-foots also enjoying the bounty of the good spirits.

Within three days of this the plague of Bluebottles was over, and the
boys realized that, judging by its effects, the keeping of a dirty
camp is a crime.

One other thing old Caleb insisted on: "Yan," said he, "you didn't
ought to drink that creek water now; it ain't hardly runnin'. The sun
hez it het up, an' it's gettin' too crawly to be healthy."

"Well, what are we going to do?" said Sam, though he might as well
have addressed the brook itself.

"What can we do, Mr. Clark?"

"Dig a well!"

"Phew! We're out here for fun!" was Sam's reply.

"Dig an Injun well," Caleb said. "Half an hour will do it. Here, I'll
show you."

He took the spade and, seeking a dry spot, about twenty feet from the
upper end of the pond he dug a hole some two feet square. By the time
he was do