the liveliest fighting before the last spark was
extinguished and the danger past.

"Now then," said Nyoda when they had washed their blackened hands
and faces, "who had charge of putting out the camp fire last
night?"

"I did," said Migwan in a small voice.

"You, a Fire Maker!" said Nyoda, unbelievingly. That was all she
said, but Migwan crept away, overwhelmed with shame. The
privilege of tending the fire was counted an honor among the
Winnebagos. To let a fire go out that you had been set to watch,
or to leave a fire not properly extinguished was a disgrace.
Migwan learned an effective lesson that night about the
consequences of dreaming when she should have been doing.

Nyoda thought that the girls would be tired out the next morning
after their strenuous midnight exercise, and planned to let them
sleep several hours later than usual. But at the first
appearance of the sun on the river they were wide awake and
impatient to get up. Pulling downstream seemed like play after
having come up, and going through the rapids with the current was
a delirious delight. All that was necessary was to keep the
canoe headed straight. Migwan paddled on the trip home and
Hinpoha sat in the bottom of the boat doing beadwork. "Hi, you,
up in front," called the girls in the sailing canoe, "look at the
way the wind is filling out our sails." Hinpoha turned to look,
and shifted her weight, which was considerable, to the side of
the canoe. The result was inevitable and in a moment the three
girls were in the river. The water was not very deep here and
they were able to touch bottom. Migwan and Gladys set to work
righting the canoe and fishing out the ponchos. The current
caught Hinpoha's bead loom and it went sailing merrily downstream,
with Hinpoha in hot pursuit. The girls shouted as they watched her.

"How did you happen to tip over?" asked Nyoda, when they were
back in the canoe and the line had proceeded again. "I just
looked back to see your sails," said Hinpoha, "like this." She
craned her neck back to show Nyoda what she had done, and Presto!
over went the canoe again. "Isn't the water delicious?" she
cried, lazily swimming in with a poncho in tow.

"Let's all go in," said Sahwah, "we have our bathing suits on
anyway." Nyoda gave the word, and the girls hopped into the
water like frogs, swam around for a while and then got back into
the canoes, where the sun soon dried their bathing suits.

And so they