feather in his hand. And there were long red cuts and scratches on his
body.

His father looked at him with a scowl.

"Men bring meat from the hunt, not feathers," he said roughly.

The boy looked pitiful; his mother felt sorry for him. She said to
herself, "He has been to see the young eagles. The mother eagle saw
him. He fought her alone with his little stone ax. He will be a great
hunter!"

She looked at him proudly, and put cold water on the little torn body.

"Gr-r-r," growled Strongarm, scowling. "Would you make a baby of the
boy? A fight is good for him. He will learn to make his way."




CHAPTER IV

HOW STRONGARM HUNTED A BEAR AND A LION

In those days Strongarm was busily digging a big hole away out in the
forest. He cut the dirt up with his stone ax, and threw it out with a
clam shell. He had worked now for days, and at last the hole was large
enough. He laid branches over it, and over the branches he hung the
leg of a wild goat.