e ground, and began slashing the bark of the Birch-Tree with
the knife. All up and down the trunk of the tree OLD-man slashed,
until the Birch was covered with the knife slashes.

"'There! that is for not minding me. That will do you good! As long
as time lasts you shall always look like that, Birch-Tree; always be
marked as one who will not mind its maker. Yes, and all the
Birch-Trees in the world shall have the same marks forever.' They do,
too. You have seen them and have wondered why the Birch-Tree is so
queerly marked. Now you know.

"That is all--Ho!"

MISTAKES OF OLD-MAN

All night the storm raged, and in the morning the plains were white
with snow. The sun came and the light was blinding, but the hunters
were abroad early, as usual.

That day the children came to my camp, and I told them several stories
that appeal to white children. They were deeply interested, and asked
many questions. Not until the hunters returned did my visitors leave.

That night War Eagle told us of the mistakes of OLD-man. He said:

"OLD-man made a great many mistakes in making things in the world, but
he worked until he had everything good. I told you at the beginning
that OLD-man made mistakes, but I didn't tell you what they were, so
now I shall tell you.

"One of the things he did that was wrong, was to make the Big-Horn to
live on the plains. Yes, he made him on the plains and turned him
loose, to make his living there. Of course the Big-Horn couldn't run
on the plains, and OLD-man wondered what was wrong. Finally, he said:
'Come here, Big-Horn!' and the Big-Horn came to him. OLD-man stuck his
arm through the circle his horns made, and dragged the Big-Horn far up
into the mountains. There he set him free again, and sat down to watch
him. Ho! It made OLD-man dizzy to watch the Big-Horn run about on the
ragged cliffs. He saw at once that this was the country the Big-Horn
liked, and he left him there. Yes, he left him there forever, and
there he stays, seldom coming down to the lower country.

"While OLD-man was waiting to see what the Big-Horn would do in the
high mountains, he made an Antelope and set him free with the Big-Horn.
Ho! But the Antelope stumbled and fell down among the rocks. He
couldn't man called to the Antelope to come back to him, and the
Antelope did come to him. Then he called to the Big-Horn, and said:

"'You are all right, I guess, but this one isn't, and I'll have to take