One night he came to the home of a wolf. "Hah!" said the wolf; "what are you doing so far from your home?"
"I am looking for the place where the Sun lives," replied Scarface. "I have been sent to speak with him."
"I have travelled over much country," said the wolf; "I know all the prairies, the valleys, and the mountains; but I have never seen the Sun's home. But wait a moment. I know a person who is very wise, and who may be able to tell you the road. Ask the bear."
The next day Scarface went on again, stopping now and then to rest and to pick berries, and when night came he was at the bear's lodge.
"Where is your home?" asked the bear. "Why are you travelling so far alone?"
"Ah," replied the man, "I have come to you for help. Pity me. Because of what that girl said to me, I am looking for the Sun. I wish to ask him for her."
"I do not know where he lives," said the bear. "I have travelled by many rivers and I know the mountains, yet I have not seen his lodge. Farther on there is some one—that striped face—who knows a great deal; ask him."
When the young man got there, the badger was in his hole. But Scarface called to him, "Oh, cunning striped face! I wish to speak with you."
The badger put his head out of the hole and said, "What do you want, my brother?"
"I wish to find the Sun's home," said Scarface. "I wish to speak with him."