him somewhere else.'

"He dragged the Antelope down to the prairie country, and set him free
there. Then he watched him a minute; that was as long as the Antelope
was in sight, for he was afraid OLD-man might take him back to the
mountains.

"He said: 'I guess that fellow was made for the plains, all right, so
I'll leave him there'; and he did. That is why the Antelope always
stays on the plains, even to-day. He likes it better.

"That wasn't a very long story; sometime when you get older I will tell
you some different stories, but that will be all for this time, I
guess. Ho!"

HOW THE MAN FOUND HIS MATE

Each tribe has its own stories. Most of them deal with the same
subjects, differing only in immaterial particulars.

Instead of squirrels in the timber, the Blackfeet are sure they were
prairie-dogs that OLD-man roasted that time when he made the
mountain-lion long and lean. The Chippewas and Crees insist that they
were squirrels that were cooked and eaten, but one tribe is essentially
a forest-people and the other lives on the plains--hence the difference.

Some tribes will not wear the feathers of the owl, nor will they have
anything to do with that bird, while others use his feathers freely.

The forest Indian wears the soft-soled moccasin, while his brother of
the plains covers the bottoms of his footwear with rawhide, because of
the cactus and prickly-pear, most likely.

The door of the lodge of the forest Indian reaches to the ground, but
the plains Indian makes his lodge skin to reach all about the circle at
the bottom, because of the wind.

One night in War Eagle's lodge, Other-person asked: "Why don't the Bear
have a tail, grandfather?"

War Eagle laughed and said: "Our people do not know why, but we believe
he was made that way at the beginning, although I have heard men of
other tribes say that the Bear lost his tail while fishing.

"I don't know how true it is, but I have been told that a long time ago
the Bear was fishing in the winter, and the Fox asked him if he had any
luck.

"'No,' replied the Bear, 'I can't catch a fish.'

"'Well,' said the Fox, 'if you will stick your long tail down through
this hole in the ice, and sit very still, I am sure you will catch a
fish.'

"So the Bear stuck his tail through the hole in the ice, and the Fox
told him to sit still, till he called him; then the Fox went off,
pretending to hunt along the bank. It was mighty cold weather, and the
w