w should lodge in a tree where it is too
high for you to reach, do not climb to get it."

The boy promised to remember this command, and three times when an
arrow pierced a tree above his reach, he gave it up as lost, but the
fourth time he forgot the command. Seeing his arrow only a few inches
above his head in the bark of the tree, he began to climb for it. Just
as his hand touched it, the arrow moved farther up. He climbed higher
and, as he reached it, again it moved up. This went on until the arrow
and the boy were out of sight in the clouds.

Neither the boy nor his sister was ever seen again, and Grizzly Bear,
who had been watching from the ground, was left there all alone. And
there she still stands, looking just like the stump of an old tree, but
the Indians know who it is, and as they pass by, they place an offering
on the withered stump.

THE CLIFF OF SINIKIELT

Once long ago there was a chief of the Okanagan Indians called Tserman.
He was very brave and very daring, and he stopped at nothing when he
wanted to have his own way. The village of the Okanagans lay in a
beautiful valley; to the north-west lay the hunting grounds of the
Nicolas, who had been enemies of the Okanagans for years. Now the
chief of the Nicolas had a lovely daughter, Lalita, and Chief Tserman
fell in love with this beautiful maiden. He knew there was no use
asking her father to give him Lalita, so he made up his mind to steal
her.

One dark night he saddled his black pony, which could run faster than
any other horse of the tribe, and, under cover of the darkness, he made
his way over the hills and down the valley until he came to the camp of
the Nicolas. All was very still in the camp, for it was late and the
Indians were all tired, for they had just returned from a long hunting
trip. Tserman could see the small, white lodge of Lalita close beside
that of her father.

Leaving his horse standing beside a tall pine-tree, he crept cautiously
towards Lalita's wigwam. When he reached the opening, he remained very
still and listened. There was not a stir or sound of any one moving in
the camp. Throwing aside the curtain, he quickly entered the lodge,
snatched Lalita from her couch, and in an instant had her beside him on
his horse and was galloping rapidly back to the village of the
Okanagans.

The Nicolas, roused by the sound of the horse's hoofs, jumped up
hastily. At once they knew what had happened, for the curt