"You are very pretty, and you are a good, obedient child. But I am not a stranger. I am a relative of yours. Go down the rock and come to the stream where I can see you better. I want to send some word to your lodge. Come down and see me, you pretty little hare."
The hare was pleased to be praised and called pretty. When she heard that the lynx was a relative, she forgot to obey her mother.
She jumped down from the rock where she stood and trotted to the stream. There the lynx pounced upon her and tore her to pieces.
"Don't you know any war stories?" asked Swift Elk.
"Yes; I heard one in the moon of snow that you will like," answered his mother.
HOW THE ANIMALS SAVED THE TRIBE
Once there was an Indian village in great danger. The trail of the enemy had been found on every side of the camp.
The women were making ready for flight. They had harnessed their dogs to the dragging poles. The rawhide netting between the braces that held the poles in place was packed with household goods.