big 'nough to help."

A little later Solomon left the fire. Both his eye and his ear had
caught "sign"--a clamor among the moose birds in the distant bush and a
flock of pigeons flying from the west.

"Don't none o' ye stir till I come back," he said, as he turned into
the trail. A few rods away he lay down with his ear to the ground and
could distinctly hear the tramp of many feet approaching in the
distance. He went on a little farther and presently concealed himself
in the bushes close to the trail. He had not long to wait, for soon a
red scout came on ahead of the party. He was a young Huron brave, his
face painted black and yellow. His head was encircled by a snake skin.
A fox's tail rose above his brow and dropped back on his crown. A
birch-bark horn hung over his shoulder.

Solomon stepped out of the bushes after he had passed and said in the
Huron tongue: "Welcome, my red brother, I hear that a large band o' yer
folks is comin' and we have got a feast ready."

The young brave had been startled by the sudden appearance of Solomon,
but the friendly words had reassured him.

"We are on a long journey," said the brave.

"And the flesh of a fat ox will help ye on yer way. Kin ye smell it?"

"Brother, it is like the smell of the great village in the Happy
Hunting-Grounds," said the brave. "We have traveled three sleeps from
the land of the long waters and have had only two porcupines and a