"The Great Spirit has been kind to The Fountain," said Sweet Grass as
she walked homeward with her little maid.

"How powerful He must be," declared Timid Hare thoughtfully. "Whenever
He speaks to us in the thunder and lightning I tremble with fear. But
when I looked at the little baby just now I felt His love."




THE MEDICINE MAN

The next morning Timid Hare was allowed to go once more to visit The
Fountain and her little son. The baby lay fastened into a pretty frame
the young mother had made for him. The straps were embroidered with
porcupine quills, and finished very neatly.

As Timid Hare entered the tepee, The Fountain was about to lift the
baby in his frame to her back.

"I am going to see Black Bull," she said. "He is ill. He has not been
well since before the Dog Feast."

Timid Hare at once thought of a reason for Black Bull's illness,--he
had worried much over the thought of losing his dog. But Young
Antelope had not told her that he came near losing his life and of his
terrible fright at the time.

"Has the medicine man visited Black Bull?" asked Timid Hare.