Now Mewanee quickly jumped up and ran out of the wigwam.
He stood quite still and listened.
The beautiful blue river which ran along in front of the wigwam seemed to call Mewanee to its banks.
Mewanee loved that great, blue, peaceful river and listened to its silvery tones.
Often he would say, “O river, river, when shall I be big and strong and brave like my father?”
And the river would answer, “Have patience, Mewanee. The day will come when you will be chief of this whole tribe.”
Then Mewanee would raise up his arms and ask the Great Spirit for help, that he might be strong and brave enough some day to take his father’s place as chief of his tribe.
III
THE HUNT
While Mewanee listened and waited, his father, the chief, approached.