By the side of the mat he laid a bow, some arrows and his own great tomahawk.
Next he painted pictures upon the trees along the path leading from the wigwam to the lodge.
He did this that the little boy might easily find his way home.
When everything was ready he sadly sent his son away into the forest.
He missed him so much that he went every morning to look at him.
Each day he asked him if the spirit had not come to him.
Each day the little boy shook his head without opening his eyes.
On the fifth day his son said to him, “Father, take me home or I shall die. No spirit will come to me.”
The old chiefs pride was greater than his pity and he said, “No, my son, you must not be a coward. You shall be as wise as a fox and as strong as a bear.
“Better that you should die than that boy and squaw should cry ‘Shame’ upon your father’s son.