But his father gave him another sword, because the one in the scabbard was too large and heavy for a young boy.
Lodrix was very proud of his sword, and ran about showing it to his friends.
Soon the men were ready to start. Some of them lowered their cedar dugouts, and climbed down the notched poles with their fishing spears in their hands.
They paddled to that part of the lake where they knew they could catch some fine fish.
Others crossed the bridge, with their bows and arrows hanging from their shoulders.
They wished to kill some deer in the forest and cut down some cedar trees for fire-wood.
Lodrix pleaded so hard to go hunting that his father said he might go, so he started off with the men.
They stopped to look at the fruit trees growing along the shore.
“Where is the fruit?” asked Lodrix.