"Medicine? You don't need medicine to find a cow," said Mrs. Brown. "You
might need medicine if your cow were sick, but she didn't look sick when
she poked her nose into the tent."

"Cow no sick, but heap good medicine find her all same," replied Eagle
Feather, smiling.

"He means our toys, Mother," said Bunny. "He called my train of cars and
Sue's doll heap good medicine."

"Oh, I see!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "It's a sort of charm. But you
mustn't believe in that sort of nonsense, children, even if some of the
more ignorant Indians do."

"But, Mother," asked Bunny, "mayn't I show Eagle Feather how my toy
train works? He didn't see it, and I know he'd like to. Mayn't I show
him the train and how it runs?"

"Oh, yes, I suppose so. But be quick about it, if you are going to help
him hunt for his cow."

Bunny relaid the track, in a circle this time, so the engine and cars
would not roll off to where they were not intended to go. Meanwhile Sue
flashed the eyes of her Teddy Bear so Eagle Feather could see them. He
looked very closely at the toy, but when Bunny had his train on the
circular track, the batteries connected, and had started the little
locomotive pulling the cars after it, the eyes of Eagle Feather grew big
with wonder.

"Great medicine!" he exclaimed. "Heap big powerful. Indian do anything