The arrows which Mewanee carried in his skin quiver bag were about two feet long with a pointed piece of flint fastened securely at one end.
Mewanee reached the river and quickly pulled his canoe to the edge. It was very light and Mewanee pulled it along quite easily.
How lightly he jumped into it and how swiftly he paddled down the river!
He knew where the beavers built their lodges not far down the stream.
A SNOWSHOE
He should love to trap a beaver, but he knew that he must wait until winter for that. He felt sure that his father would let him go beaver hunting with him when the snow came.
Then he would wear his snowshoes and glide swiftly over the surface of the snow.
For several hours Mewanee paddled on the beautiful, peaceful river. He didn’t stop for rest, and he had no food with him.
Indian boys were taught that they must endure hunger and fatigue, so Mewanee was not unhappy.