dmother, I got that too,' answered he.

'Where is it?' she asked, and Ball-Carrier lifted his right arm, and
pointed to his arm-pit.

'Here is the bridge, grandmother,' said he.

Then the witch did something that nobody in the world could have
guessed that she would do. First, she took the gold and said to
Ball-Carrier:

'My grandson, this gold must be hidden in the earth, for if people
think they can get it when they choose, they will become lazy and
stupid. But if we take it and bury it in different parts of the world
they will have to work for it if they want it, and then will only find
a little at a time.' And as she spoke, she pulled up one of the poles
of the hut, and Ball-Carrier saw that underneath was a deep, deep
hole, which seemed to have no bottom. Down this hole she poured all
the gold, and when it was out of sight it ran about all over the
world, where people that dig hard sometimes find it. And after that
was done she put the pole back again.

Next she lifted down a spade from a high shelf, where it had grown
quite rusty, and dug a very small hole on the opposite side of the
hut--very small, but very deep.

'Give me the bridge,' said she, 'for I am going to bury it here. If
anyone was to get hold of it, and find that they could cross rivers
and seas without any trouble, they would never discover how to cross
them for themselves. I am a witch, and if I had chosen I could easily
have cast my spells over the Bad One, and have made him deliver them
to you the first day you came into my hut. But then you would never
have fasted, and never have planned how to get what you wanted, and
never have known the good spirits, and would have been fat and idle to
the end of your days. And now go; in that hut, which you can just see
far away, live your father and mother, who are old people now, and
need a son to hunt for them. You have done what you were set to do,
and I need you no more.'

Then Ball-Carrier remembered his parents and went back to them.

[From _Bureau of Ethnology_. 'Indian Folklore.']

_THE BUNYIP_

Long, long ago, far, far away on the other side of the world, some
young men left the camp where they lived to get some food for their
wives and children. The sun was hot, but they liked heat, and as they
went they ran races and tried who could hurl his spear the farthest,
or was cleverest in throwing a strange weapon called a boomerang,
which always returns to the thrower. They did not g