"Here, put this leaf around it and run to your mother. She will know what to do."
Away ran White Cloud, holding a sprawling puppy in her arms and trying to protect the feather, which she had concealed in a large leaf.
FINDING A WAR FEATHER
"Look, Mother; look at the big feather I have found. It is not like the ones in my father's war bonnet."
Good Bird took the feather and examined it carefully.
"Where did you find it, White Cloud?" she asked.
"Near the little stream that runs into the lake. Flying Squirrel and I have moved our dolls' lodges this morning."
"You must take the feather to your father at once. It may be that some enemy is planning war and getting ready to surprise our camp.