real bear when her eyes were lighted up."

"But there were no bear tracks around the tents," said Bunny; "and there
would have been if there had been any bears here to carry off your
Teddy. There are no other bears here."

"I'm glad of that," said Mrs. Brown. "Teddy bears are the only ones I
want to see."

"Well, maybe no real bears came for Sallie Malinda," said Sue, after a
while. "I guess it was an Indian or some man who wanted my toy for his
little girl. But I hope I get her back--Sallie Malinda, I mean."

Bunny managed to eat five of the cakes his mother baked, and he might
have eaten another only his father called to him to hurry if he wanted
to go to search for the missing toy bear.

Sue and Bunny went with Mr. Brown off into the big woods after
breakfast. As they walked along they looked on either side of the path
for a sight of the missing Teddy bear or Bunny's toy train. But they saw
neither one.

"Whoever took them is keeping them well hidden," said Mr. Brown. "Now,
we'll go to the Indian camp."

Though they called it a camp, it was more of an Indian village where the
Onondagas lived. There were many tents, log or slab cabins, and one or
two houses built as the white people built theirs. These were owned by
the richer Indians, who had large farms and many horses and cows. Some
of the Indians were very poor, and their cabins had only one room, where
they cooked, ate and slept.

Eagle Feather was the head, or chief, of this particular tribe. He was
not like the old-time or wild Indians. He owned a farm and he worked
hard to grow fruits and vegetables.

When Eagle Feather saw Mr. Brown, with the two children, coming to the
Indian village, the chief came out to meet them.

"How do!" he exclaimed in English that could be understood. "Eagle
Feather glad to see you. Come in an' sit down. Squaw make tea for you,
or maybe coffee. Coffee better; more has taste."

"No, thank you, we haven't time to eat now," said Mr. Brown. "We came
looking for bear."

"For bear?" cried Eagle Feather in surprise. "No bear here. Bear maybe
'way off in woods. Why you no go there and shoot 'um?"

"Oh, this isn't that kind of bear," said Mr. Brown.

"Funny bear, no live in woods," said the Indian.

"This bear have eyes go like so," and Mr. Brown took from his pocket a
small electric flash light. By pressing on a spring he made the light
flash up and go out, just as had the eyes of Sue's bear.

"Oh, now Eagle Feather know