daughter even now are her bound to her feet ready to break trail for the dogs of the wolf nor do i speak for myself alone as i have done so has the bear he too had fain been the father of her children and many skins has he cured i speak for all the son of the wolf the young men who know not wives the wolves are ever hungry always do they take the choice meat at the killing to the are left the there is he cried pointing out one of the women who was a her legs are bent like the ribs of a she cannot gather wood nor carry the meat of the hunters did the wolves choose her ai ai his there is whose eyes are crossed by the evil spirit even the are a when they gaze upon her and it is said the bald face gives her the trail was she chosen again the cruel applause rang out and there sits she does not to my words never has she heard the cry of the chat the voice of her husband the of her child she lives in the white silence cared the wolves aught for her no theirs is the choice of the kill ours is the brothers it shall not be no more shall the wolves among our the time is come i the son of the wolf a great of fire the purple green and yellow shot across the horizon to horizon with head thrown back and arms extended he swayed to his climax behold the spirits of our fathers have arisen and great deeds are this night he stepped back and another young man somewhat came forward pushed on by his comrades he a full head above them his broad chest to the frost he swung from one foot to the other words halted upon his tongue and he was ill at ease his face was horrible to look upon for it had at one time been half torn away by some terrific blow at last he struck his breast with his clenched fist drawing sound as from a drum and his voice forth as the surf from an ocean i am the bear � the silver tip and the son of the silver tip when my voice was yet as a girl s i the the and the when it whistled like the from under a i crossed the mountains of the south and three of the white when it became as the son of the wolf the roar of the i met the but gave no trail at this he paused his hand significantly sweeping across his hideous i am not as the fox my tongue is frozen like the river i cannot make great talk my words are few the fox says great deeds are this night good talk flows from his tongue like the of the spring but he is of deeds this night shall i do battle with the wolf i shall him and shall sit by my fire the bear has spoken though raged about him held his ground aware how useless was the rifle at close quarters he slipped both to the fore ready for action and drew his till his hands were barely by the elbow he knew there was no hope in attack en j but true to his boast was prepared to die with teeth fast locked but the bear restrained his comrades beating back the more impetuous with his terrible fist as the tumult began to die away shot a glance in the direction of it was a superb picture she was leaning forward � the son of the wolf on her lips apart and nostrils quivering like a about to spring her great black eyes were fixed upon her in fear and in defiance so extreme the she had forgotten to breathe with one hand pressed against her breast and the other as tightly about the she was as turned to stone even as he looked relief came to her her muscles loosened with a heavy sigh she settled back giving him a look of more than love was trying to speak but his people drowned his voice then strode forward the fox opened mouth to a piercing yell but so savagely did whirl upon him that he shrank back his all a with suppressed sound his discomfiture was greeted with of laughter and served to soothe his fellows to a listening mood brothers the white man whom ye have chosen to call the wolf came among you with fair words he was not like the he spoke not lies he came as a friend as one who would be a brother but your men have had their say and the time the son of the wolf for soft words is past first i will tell you that the has an evil tongue and is a false prophet that the messages he are not those of the fire his ears are locked to the voice of the and out of his own head he cunning fancies and he has made fools of you he has no power when the dogs were killed and eaten and your were heavy with hide and of when the old men died and the old women died and the at the dry of the mothers died when the land was dark and ye perished as do the salmon in the fall ay when the famine was upon you did the bring reward to your hunters did the put meat in your again i say the is without power thus i spit upon his face though taken by the there was no uproar some of the women were even frightened but among the men there was an as though in preparation or anticipation of the miracle all eyes were turned upon the two central figures the priest realized the moment felt his 