d many rabbits and other small animals.
"But when they went home, the dog couldn't hold his tongue. He would
brag to the other dogs, and tell them what a great hunter he was, and
how at such and such a place he had caught the biggest rabbits that ever
were seen. Then the other dogs would lead their masters to those places
and clear them of game. Whenever Man-e-do went to a place a second time,
he found no game there.
"Besides, if they were hunting near the village and made a kill, the dog
would pretend to go off after more game. But when he was out of sight of
his master, he would run home and tell some of his chums about his kill.
Then the other dogs and their masters would come out and kill or scare
away all the game there was in that place. Many times Man-e-do caught
the dog tattling, and scolded and beat him for it, but it did no good.
He just couldn't keep anything to himself.
"One time Man-e-do went off on a long hunt. He took three horses and
traveled several days before making his camp. He thought he would get so
far away that the dog could not go back to the village and tattle.
"While hunting in the mountains near his camp, he found a valley which
was full of game. There he made many kills, and soon had all the meat
his three horses could possibly carry.
"'To-morrow,' said he to his dog, 'we will start for home. When we get
there, you must keep your tongue in your mouth. You must not tell where
we have been. If the other hunters do not find our valley, we can come
back at any time and get all the meat we want.'
"'All right,' said the dog, 'I'll keep the secret.'
"'See that you do,' added his master; 'for if you don't, I'll make you
sorry for it.'
"The next morning they started for home. That night they camped beside a
brook. At daybreak Man-e-do arose and made ready to start, but the dog
was nowhere to be seen.
"'Where can he be?' said he to himself. 'Surely he has not gone home to
the village.' You see, he thought that at last he had broken the dog of
his tattling. Why then should he go on ahead?
"So he turned about and went back to his camp near the valley. The dog
was not there. 'Perhaps,' thought he, 'a bear or a panther has killed
him.'
"So he turned about and went home to his wigwam alone. There he found
the dog as well as ever. He had been home a long time, and told all he
knew about the valley of game and more too. According to his stories, he
and his master had killed more game
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