First he stopped at a wigwam where a wolf skin hung. He asked to enter, but they would not let him. They said, "We want no sick men here."
On he went toward another wigwam. Here a turtle's shell was hanging. But this family would not let him in.
He tried a wigwam where he saw a beaver skin. He was told to move on.
The Indians who lived in a wigwam where a deer skin was seen, were just as unkind. Nor was he permitted to enter wigwams where hung hawk, snipe, and heron skins.
At last he came to a wigwam where a bear skin hung.
"I will ask once more for a place to rest," he thought.
And here a kind old woman lived. She brought food for him to eat, and spread soft skins for him to lie upon.
The old man thanked her. He said that he was very sick. He told the woman what plants to gather in the wood, to make him well again.