Then he wandered about the room looking at the axes, knives, spears, warclubs, and bows and arrows which hung about the walls.
He picked up a tomahawk and showed it to baby brother who was hanging in his cradle from a peg in one of the poles of the wigwam.
Baby brother smiled as Mewanee brandished the tomahawk about, just as he had seen his father do.
A BASKET
Mewanee loved to handle these weapons and he longed for the day to come when he would be big and strong enough to use them. He had his own bow and arrows now, but they were not so large as his father’s.
Mewanee peeped into the stone jars and rush baskets standing about.
Some of the jars were filled with corn, others with powdered deer and buffalo meat. Mewanee was happy to see so much food.
Mewanee soon threw himself on one of the mats and stretched himself before the fire.
He listened for his father’s footsteps which he could hear when a long distance off.