When the deer returned to the place of meeting, Judge Bear proclaimed
him winner of the race.

As Black Bear gave the prize to the deer, he said, "Henceforth you shall
wear the antlers on your head. You shall always be called the Swift
Runner."




BROTHER RABBIT


One autumn day in the long ago, Eagle Eye, the great Indian chief, was
very sad.

All summer long there had been no rain. The prairie grass was crisp and
brown. The little streams were dry.

The animals, finding neither water nor green grass, had gone to the
mountains many miles away. The Indians of the plains had no food to eat.

"I will go and search for the place where the animals have gone, so that
I may tell my hunters and save the lives of my people," said Eagle Eye.

So, carrying his canoe to the river, Eagle Eye paddled up the stream for
many days and nights. He watched to see if any of the animals came to
the river to drink, but there was not even a squirrel.