As Black Bear gave the prize to the deer, he said, "Henceforth you shall wear the antlers on your head. You shall always be called the Swift Runner."
[BROTHER RABBIT]
One autumn day in the long ago, Eagle Eye, the great Indian chief, was very sad.
All summer long there had been no rain. The prairie grass was crisp and brown. The little streams were dry.
The animals, finding neither water nor green grass, had gone to the mountains many miles away. The Indians of the plains had no food to eat.
"I will go and search for the place where the animals have gone, so that I may tell my hunters and save the lives of my people," said Eagle Eye.
So, carrying his canoe to the river, Eagle Eye paddled up the stream for many days and nights. He watched to see if any of the animals came to the river to drink, but there was not even a squirrel.
One night the clouds hung low in the sky.
"There will be snow before morning," said Eagle Eye.
Then the great chief hauled his canoe up the river bank. He made a shelter with branches of trees. Here he slept through the night.