e.

"See for yourselves that this thing is true, before I tell you why it
is so, and how it happened."

"We see," they replied, "and to-day we found that these strange things
are true, but we don't know why, grandfather."

"Of course you don't know why. Nobody knows that until he is told, and
now I shall tell you, so you will always know, and tell your children,
that they, too, may know.

"It was long, long ago, of course. All these things happened long ago
when the world was young, as you are now. It was on a summer morning,
and the Deer was travelling across the plains country to reach the
mountains on the far-off side, where he had relatives. He grew
thirsty, for it was very warm, and stopped to drink from a water-hole
on the plains. When he had finished drinking he looked up, and there
was his own cousin, the Antelope, drinking near him.

"'Good morning, cousin,' said the Deer. 'It is a warm morning and
water tastes good, doesn't it?'

"'Yes,' replied the Antelope, 'it is warm to-day, but I can beat you
running, just the same.'

"'Ha-ha!' laughed the Deer--'you beat me running? Why, you can't run
half as fast as I can, but if you want to run a race let us bet
something. What shall it be?'

"'I will bet you my gall-sack,' replied the Antelope.

"'Good,' said the Deer, 'but let us run toward that range of mountains,
for I am going that way, anyhow, to see my relations.'

"'All right,' said the Antelope. 'All ready, and here we go.'

"Away they ran toward the far-off range. All the way the Antelope was
far ahead of the Deer; and just at the foot of the mountains he stopped
to wait for him to catch up.

"Both were out of breath from running, but both declared they had done
their best, and the Deer, being beaten, gave the Antelope his sack of
gall.

"'This ground is too flat for me,' said the Deer. 'Come up the
hillside where the gulches cut the country, and rocks are in our way,
and I will show you how to run. I can't run on flat ground. It's too
easy for me.' another race with you on your own ground, and I think I
can beat you there, too.'

"Together they climbed the hill until they reached a rough country,
when the Deer said:

"'This is my kind of country. Let us run a race here. Whoever gets
ahead and stays there, must keep on running until the other calls on
him to stop.'

"'That suits me,' replied the Antelope, 'but what shall we bet this
time? I don't want to waste my breath