Part 14 (1/2)

Seven wolves once caught a ground hog. ”Now we'll kill you and have something good to eat,” they said.

But the ground hog replied: ”When we find good food we must rejoice over it, as people do in the green-corn dance. I know you mean to kill me, and I can't help myself, but if you want to dance I'll sing for you.

”I will teach you a new dance. I'll lean up against seven trees in turn, and you will dance away, then come back toward me. At the last turn you may kill me.”

The wolves were very hungry, but they wanted to learn the new dance.

So they told the ground hog to go ahead. The ground hog leaned up against the first tree and began the song.

All the wolves danced away from the trees. When the signal was given they danced back in line.

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”That's fine!” said the ground hog, as he went to the second tree and began the second song. The wolves danced away, then turned at the signal and danced back again.

”That's very fine,” said the ground hog; and he went to another tree and started the third song.

The wolves danced their best, and were praised by the ground hog. At each song he took another tree, and each tree was a little nearer to his hole under a stump.

At the seventh song he said, ”Now this is the last dance. When I give the signal you will all turn and come after me. The one who catches me may have me.”

So the ground hog began the last song, and kept it up until the wolves were many steps away. Just as the signal was given he made a jump for his hole.

The wolves turned and were after him. But the ground hog reached his hole and dived in. He was scarcely inside when the foremost wolf caught him by the tail and pulled so hard that it broke off.

And the ground hog's tail has been short ever since.

THE LUCKY HUNTER

Soon after the world was made, a hunter lived with his wife and only son near a high mountain. No matter when the man went into the woods he was sure to come back with plenty of meat. And so he went by the name of the Lucky Hunter.

The little boy used to play every day by a river not far from the house. One morning the old people thought they heard laughing and talking in the bushes as if two children were playing together.

When the boy came home at night he was asked who had been with him all day.

”A wild boy comes out of the water,” answered the son. ”He says he is my elder brother.”

The father and mother wished very much to see their son's companion, but the wild boy always ran into the river when he heard them coming.

”This must not go on,” said the father.

That night the Lucky Hunter said to his son: ”To-morrow when the wild boy comes to play, ask him to wrestle with you. When you have your arms around him, you must hold him and call us.”

In this way the wild boy was caught and kept in the house until he was tamed. He was full of mischief, and he led the smaller boy into all kinds of trouble.

One day the wild boy said to his brother: ”I wonder where our father gets all his game. Let's follow him and find out.”

A few days afterward the Lucky Hunter took a bow and some feathers in his hand and went toward a swamp. After waiting a short time, the boys followed.