"Where are you going?" asked the old woman. "There is no war; we are very peaceful here."
"I do not know where I shall go," replied Scarface. "I am in trouble, but I cannot tell you now what it is."
So the old woman made him some moccasins, seven pairs, with parfleche soles, and also she gave him a sack of food,—pemmican of berries, pounded meat, and dried back fat; for this old woman had a good heart. She liked the young man.
All alone, and with a sad heart, he climbed the bluffs and stopped to take a last look at the camp. He wondered if he would ever see his sweetheart and the people again. " Hai'-yu! Pity me, O Sun," he prayed, and turning, he started to find the trail.
For many days he travelled on, over great prairies, along timbered rivers and among the mountains, and every day his sack of food grew lighter; but he saved it as much as he could, and ate berries, and roots, and sometimes he killed an animal of some kind. One night he stopped by the home of a wolf. "Hai-yah!" said that one; "what is my brother doing so far from home?"
"Ah!" replied Scarface, "I seek the place where the Sun lives; I am sent to speak with him."
"I have travelled far," said the wolf. "I know all the prairies, the valleys, and the mountains, but I have never seen the Sun's home. Wait; I know one who is very wise. Ask the bear. He may tell you."
The next day the man travelled on again, stopping now and then to pick a few berries, and when night came he arrived at the bear's lodge.
"Where is your home?" asked the bear. "Why are you travelling alone, my brother?"
"Help me! Pity me!" replied the young man; "because of her words[1] I seek the Sun. I go to ask him for her."