Last of all came the fortunate younger brother. He had borrowed the weapons of the old man with whom he lived, and it chanced that this man was a greater wonder-worker even than the witch. Therefore he had merely turned toward her his magic shield to keep off the shower of ashes, when the old woman lost all her power to hurt, and at once each lusty young man sprang quickly up to claim his bride.
TWENTY-SIXTH EVENING
THE MAGIC ARROWS
TWENTY-SIXTH EVENING
The wise and old heads among the Indians love children's company, and none is more sorry than Smoky Day when the village breaks up for the spring hunt, and story-telling is over for the season.
"I hope," he says kindly, "that you have listened so well to these tales of our people, and repeated them so often that you will never forget them!"