“The way was long. Their feet were weary,” was the answer.
“Who is this that stands watching you, with eyes that show the tears they cannot shed?”
“He who loved me best,” said the Indian.
The watchman put his hand on the head of the hound. The dog gave a joyful leap, and the gates of the Happy Hunting Grounds shut both the Indian and his dog into the Land of Rest, from which there is no return. [[260]]
XII. THE MARTEN AND THE WHITE RABBIT
(Micmac)
A white rabbit ran away from town. He was afraid of the dogs, and the children pulled his ears. He found it was better to live among the animals in the woods, but he did not like to say so to them. He was always telling of the fine things he had left.
The wild rabbit is gray. The white rabbit said no one wore gray in town. The best people had white clothes and very fine; that was why his fur was so soft and like the snow.
“Ours was the best family in town,” the white rabbit would say very often.