beside her, when Young Antelope burst into the tepee. The day before
he had gone hunting, and when night came had not appeared. His mother
and sister had worried at his absence, but the chief had said, "We will
not fear. The lad has no doubt lost his way. But he knows how to care
for himself."

And now Young Antelope stood once more in the home, safe and happy! He
had had an exciting adventure, and was eager to tell of it. Yes, he
had lost his way out on the prairies. He was ashamed of this, for he
had been taught that an Indian should always watch the winds and the
heavens, and carefully mark every change in the appearance of the
country over which he travels; then it is an easy matter to find his
way back without trouble.

But his pony was fleet of foot, and the birds he was seeking flew fast.
After many, many miles had been covered and his game bag had been
filled, he decided to return. But he was hungry; he thought of the
tender birds he had killed and of the feast they would make.

"I will rest for awhile and cook some of the game," he decided.

All this he now told his mother on his return home. So eager was he to
describe his adventure that he did not notice the little stranger
squatting beside Sweet Grass, and looking at him with admiring eyes.

"I soon had a fire started," he continued, "and then began to roast my
game. Ugh! the feast was a fine one. But after it was over, I began
the search for home. Then darkness fell suddenly and fast gathering
clouds covered the setting sun. I was alone and far from you all. I
could hear wolves howling in the distance. They were hungry as I had