_THE SON OF THE WOLF CHIEF_
Once upon a time a town near the North Pacific Ocean suffered greatly from famine and many of the Indians who lived there died of hunger. It was terrible to see them sitting before their doors, too weak and listless to move, and waiting silently and hopelessly for death to come.
But there was one boy who behaved quite differently from the rest of the tribe. For some reason or other _he_ seemed quite strong on his legs, and all day long he would go into the fields or the woods, with his bow and arrows slung to his back, hoping to bring back a supper for himself and his mother.
One morning when he was out as usual, he found a little animal that looked like a dog. It was such a round, funny little thing that he could not bear to kill it, so he put it under his warm blanket, and carried it home, and as it was very dirty from rolling about in the mud and snow, his mother washed it for him. When it was quite clean, the boy fetched some red paint which his uncle who had died of famine had used for smearing over their faces, and put it on the dog"s head and legs so that he might always be able to trace it when they were hunting together.
The boy got up early next morning and took his dog into the woods and the hills. The little beast was very quick and sharp, and it was not long before the two got quite a number of grouse and birds of all sorts; and as soon as they had enough for that day and the next, they returned to the wigwam and invited their neighbours to supper with them.
A short time after, the boy was out on the hills wondering where the dog had gone, for, in spite of the red paint, he was to be seen nowhere. At length he stood still and put his ear to the ground and listened with all his might, and that means a great deal, for Indian ears are much cleverer at hearing than European ones. Then he heard a whine which sounded as if it came from a long way off, so he jumped up at once and walked and walked till he reached a small hollow, where he found that the dog had killed one of the mountain sheep.
"Can it really _be_ a dog?" said the boy to himself. "I don"t know; I wish I did. But at any rate, it deserves to be treated like one," and when the sheep was cooked, the dog--if it was a dog--was given all the fat part.
After this, never a day pa.s.sed without the boy and the dog bringing home meat, and thanks to them the people began to grow fat again. But if the dog killed many sheep at once, the boy was always careful to give it first the best for itself.
Some weeks later the husband of the boy"s sister came to him and said:
"Lend me your dog, it will help me greatly." So the boy went and brought the dog from the little house he had made for it, and painted its head and its feet, and carried it to his brother-in-law.
"Give it the first thing that is killed as I always do," observed the boy, but the man answered nothing, only put the dog in his blanket.
Now the brother-in-law was greedy and selfish and wanted to keep everything for himself; so after the dog had killed a whole flock of sheep in the fields, the man threw it a bit of the inside which n.o.body else would touch, exclaiming rudely:
"Here, take that! It is quite good enough for you."
But the dog would not touch it either, and ran away to the mountains, yelping loudly.
The man had to bring back all the sheep himself, and it was evening before he reached the village. The first person he saw was the boy who was waiting about for him.
"Where is the dog?" asked he, and the man answered:
"It ran away from me."
On hearing this the boy put no more questions, but he called his sister and said to her:
"Tell me the truth. What did your husband do to the dog? I did not want to let it go, because I guessed what would happen."
And the wife answered:
"He threw the inside of a sheep to it, and that is why it ran off."
When the boy heard this, he felt very sad, and turned to go into the mountains in search of the dog. After walking some time he found the marks of its paws, and smears of red paint on the gra.s.s. But all this time the boy never knew that the dog was really the son of the Wolf Chief and had been sent by his father to help him, and he did not guess that from the day that he painted red paint round its face and on its feet a wolf can be told far off by the red on its paws and round its mouth.
The marks led a long, long way, and at length they brought him to a lake, with a town on the opposite side of it, where people seemed to be playing some game, as the noise that they made reached all the way across.
"I must try if I can get over there," he said, and as he spoke, he noticed a column of smoke coming right up from the ground under his feet, and a door flew open.
"Enter!" cried a voice, so he entered, and discovered that the voice belonged to an old woman, who was called "Woman-always-wondering."
"Grandchild, why are you here?" she asked, and he answered:
"I found a young dog who helped me to get food for the people, but it is lost and I am seeking it."
"Its people live right across there," replied the woman. "It is the Wolf Chief"s son, and that is his father"s town where the noise comes from."
"How can I get over the lake?" he said to himself, but the old woman guessed what he was thinking and replied:
"My little canoe is just below here."
"It might turn over with me," he thought, and again she answered him:
"Take it down to the sh.o.r.e and shake it before you get in, and it will soon become large. Then stretch yourself in the bottom, and, instead of paddling, wish with all your might to reach the town."
The boy did as he was told, and by and bye he arrived on the other side of the lake. He shook the canoe a second time, and it shrunk into a mere toy-boat which he put in his pocket, and after that he went and watched some boys who were playing with a thing that was like a rainbow.
"Where is the chief"s house?" he asked when he was tired of looking at their game.
"At the other end of the village," they said, and he walked on till he reached a place where a large fire was burning, with people sitting round it. The chief was there too, and the boy saw his little wolf playing about near his father.
"There is a man here," exclaimed the Wolf Chief. "Vanish all of you!"
and the wolf-people vanished instantly, all but the little wolf, who ran up to the boy and smelt him and knew him at once. As soon as the Wolf Chief beheld that, he said:
"I am your friend; fear nothing. I sent my son to help you because you were starving, and I am glad you have come in quest of him." But after a pause, he added:
"Still, I do not think I will let him go back with you; but I will aid you in some other way," and the boy did not guess that the reason the chief was so pleased to see him was because he had painted the little wolf. Yet, as he glanced at the little beast again, he observed with surprise that it did not look like a wolf any longer, but like a human being.
"Take out the fish-hawk"s quill that is hanging on the wall, and if you should meet a bear point the quill straight at it, and it will fly out of your hand. I will also give you this," and he opened a box and lifted out a second quill stuck in a blanket. "If you lay this side on a sick person, it will cure him; and if you lay the other side on your enemy, it will kill him. Thus you can grow rich by healing sick people."
So the boy and the Wolf Chief made friends, and they talked together a long time, and the boy put many questions about things he had seen in the town, which puzzled him.
"What was the toy the children were playing with?" he asked at last.
"That toy belongs to me," answered the chief. "If it appears to you in the evening it means bad weather, and if it appears in the morning it means fine weather. Then we know that we can go out on the lake. It is a good toy."
"But," continued he, "you must depart now, and, before you leave eat this, for you have a long journey to make and you will need strength for it;" and he dropped something into the boy"s mouth.
And the boy did not guess that he had been absent for two years, and thought it was only two nights.
Then he journeyed back to his own town, not a boy any more, but a man.
Near the first house he met a bear and he held the quill straight towards it. Away it flew and hit the bear right in the heart; so there was good meat for hungry people. Further on, he pa.s.sed a flock of sheep, and the quill slew them all and he drew it out from the heart of the last one. He cooked part of a sheep for himself and hid the rest where he knew he could find them. After that he entered the town.
It seemed strangely quiet. What had become of all his friends and of the children whom he had left behind him when he left to seek for his dog?