Children were running hither and thither. The Indian women were busy collecting the things which they were to take with them.
Baby brother was toddling along, his hand in Mewanee’s. He was able to walk now, and so need not be carried about in his cradle. He smiled at Mewanee and looked very wise, as if he knew what it was all about.
Just as they were about to start, Mewanee’s father came out leading a beautiful gray horse.
He approached the chief of the friendly tribe and motioned him to mount the horse.
This the chief did.
Then with the chief riding at the head, the friendly tribe started toward their home.
Father Sun sent his kindly light upon these people as they wandered homeward.
Mewanee watched until he could see the friendly tribe no longer. He knew they would be glad to be home again.
HE STRETCHED HIMSELF UPON THE RIVER’S BANK