ad, looking at
nothing, hearing nothing, stopping at nothing. When day began to break
OLD-man was far from the Sun's lodge and he hid himself in a deep gulch
among some bushes that grew there. He listened a long time before he
dared to go to sleep, but finally he did. He was tired from his great
run and slept soundly and for a long time, but when he opened his
eyes--there was the Sun looking straight at him, and this time he was
scowling. OLD-man started to run away but the Sun grabbed him and
threw him down upon his back. My! but the Sun was angry, and he said:

"'OLD-man, you are a clever thief but a mighty fool as well, for you
steal from me and expect to hide away. Twice you have stolen the
leggings my wife made for me, and twice I have found you easily. Don't
you know that the whole world is my lodge and that you can never get
outside of it, if you run your foolish legs off? Don't you know that I
light all of my lodge every day and search it carefully? Don't you
know that nothing can hide from me and live? I shall not harm you this
time, but I warn you now, that if you ever steal from me again, I will
hurt you badly. Now go, and don't let me catch you stealing again!'

"Away went OLD-man, and on toward the west went the busy Sun. That is
all.

"Now go to bed; for I would talk of other things with my friend, who
knows of war as I do. Ho!"

OLD-MAN AND HIS CONSCIENCE

Not so many miles away from the village, the great mountain range so
divides the streams that are born there, that their waters are offered
as tribute to the Atlantic, Pacific, and Arctic Oceans. In this
wonderful range the Indians believe the winds are made, and that they
battle for supremacy over Gunsight Pass. I have heard an old story,
too, that is said to have been generally believed by the Blackfeet, in
which a monster bull-elk that lives in Gunsight Pass lords it over the
winds. This elk creates the North wind by "flapping" one of his ears,
and the South wind by the same use of his other. I am inclined to
believe that the winds are made in that Pass, myself, for there they
are seldom at rest, especially at this season of the year.

To-night the wind was blowing from the north, and filmy white clouds
were driven across the face of the nearly full moon, momentarily
veiling her light. Lodge poles creaked and strained at every heavy
gust, and sparks from the fires inside the lodges sped down the wind,
to fade and die.