only dark. So down the dusky road trudged Bunny and Tom,
with Splash running along beside them. As it happened, the farmhouse
where they usually got the milk had none left, so they had to go on to
the next one, which was quite near the edge of the Indian village.

"But they won't any of 'em be out now, will they?" asked Bunny.

"Oh, the Indians may be sitting outside their cabins, smoking their
pipes," said Tom.

"Oh, that'll be all right," observed Bunny. "They'll be peace-pipes and
they won't hurt us."

"Of course not," laughed Tom.

From the road in front of the house where they finally got the milk they
could look right down into the valley of the Indian encampment. And as
Bunny looked he saw a bright fire blazing, and Indians walking or
hopping slowly around it.

"Oh, Tom, look!" cried the small boy. "What's that? Are the Indians
going on the war-path? I read of that in my school book. If they are,
we'd better go back and tell Uncle Tad and father. Then they can get
their guns and be ready."

"Those Indians aren't getting ready for war," said Tom. "They're only
having a roast corn dance."

"What's a roast corn dance?" asked Bunny. "I'll show you the roast corn
part to-morrow night," promised Tom. "But don't worry about those
Indians. They'll not hurt you. Now we'd better go home."

As soon as Bunny was in the tent he shouted, much louder than he need
have done:

"Oh, Sue, we saw Indians having a roast corn dance, and to-morrow night
we're going to have one too!"

CHAPTER XIX

EAGLE FEATHER'S HORSE

Bunny Brown was so excited by the Indian campfire he had seen, and by
the queer figures dancing about in the glare of it, seeming twice as
tall and broad as they really were, that he insisted on telling about it
before he went to bed.

"Did they really dance just as we do at dancing school when we're at
home?" asked Sue.

"No, not exactly," Bunny answered. "It was more like marching, and they
turned around every now and then and howled and waved ears of corn in
the air. Then they ate 'em."

"What was it for, Tom?" asked Mr. Brown. "You have lived about here
quite a while and you ought to know."

"Oh, the Indians believe in what they call the Great Spirit," Tom
explained. "They do all sorts of things so he'll like 'em, such as
making fires, dancing and having games. It's only a few of the old
Indians that do that. This green corn roast, or dance, is a sort of
prayer that there'll be lots of