Wearily the Indians wandered toward their wigwams.
The men from the river had been watching also. When they saw the smoke they paddled toward the shore. How lightly and easily they pulled their canoes up on the river bank!
These bark canoes were very light and strong. The Indians made their canoes by stretching the bark from the birch tree over a frame of pine wood. Then they fastened the bark to the frames with the roots of the spruce tree.
HOW EASILY THEY PULLED THEIR CANOES UP ON THE BANK!
Mewanee had a canoe of his own and loved to paddle along this beautiful, bright, blue river.
One by one the Indian men entered their wigwams.
The chief was the last to leave. He still had fear of the enemy. Yet he knew that for that night there was no danger. He wondered where the enemy had gone, and if they had attacked another village.
At last all was quiet and this Indian village was at rest.
