what country, but that is why we never see him
as our grandfathers did, long, long ago.

"What I shall tell you now happened when the world was young. It was a
fine summer day, and OLD-man was travelling in the forest. He was
going north and straight as an arrow--looking at nothing, hearing
nothing. No one knows what he was after, to this day. The birds and
forest-people spoke politely to him as he passed but he answered none
of them. The Pine-squirrel, who is always trying to find out other
people's business, asked him where he was going, but OLD-man wouldn't
tell him. The woodpecker hammered on a dead tree to make him look that
way, but he wouldn't. The Elk-people and the Deer-people saw him pass,
and all said that he must be up to some mischief or he would stop and
talk a while. The pine-trees murmured, and the bushes whispered their
greeting, but he kept his eyes straight ahead and went on travelling.

"The sun was low when OLD-man heard a groan" (here War Eagle groaned to
show the children how it sounded), "and turning about he saw a warrior
lying bruised and bleeding near a spring of cold water. OLD-man knelt
beside the man and asked: 'Is there war in this country?'

"'Yes,' answered the man. 'This whole day long we have fought to kill
a Person, but we have all been killed, I am afraid.'

"'That is strange,' said OLD-man; 'how can one Person kill so many men?
Who is this Person, tell me his name!' but the man didn't answer--he
was dead. When OLD-man saw that life had left the wounded man, he
drank from the spring, and went on toward the north, but before long he
heard a noise as of men fighting, and he stopped to look and listen.
Finally he saw the bushes bend and sway near a creek that flowed
through the forest. He crawled toward the spot, and peering through
the brush saw a great Person near a pile of dead men, with his back
against a pine-tree. The Person was full of arrows, and he was pulling
them from his ugly body. Calmly the Person broke the shafts of the
arrows, tossed them aside, and stopped the blood flow with a brush of
his hairy hand. His head was large and fierce-looking, and his eyes
were small and wicked. His great body was larger than that of a
buffalo-bull and covered with scars of many battles.

"OLD-man went to the creek, and with his buffalo-horn cup brought some
water to the Person, asking as he approached:

"'Who are you, Person? Tell me, so I can make you a fine present