The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-03-27

was the pack of bowling wolves The child of the woods was quick of thought and he ran just ahead Of the pack to a bear dead fall made by his father. Wolf Runner. How long was the night that he spent there crouched under his blan- ket with the wolves snarling and snap ping about him. How beautiful the morning that scattered danger with its spears of light. No eye will hide its tears when the homecoming of Mas-ki- sis to his mother Mi-yah-tis the Ugly One, is told in all its simple joy. | What an idyl of primitive life and per feet love is the story of Mi-yah-tis mak- ing of the beaded noccasins for the boy, the making and saving of money for the long Journey on the fine canoe (steamer) to Fort Garry to tell the story of the horse shoe and to bring home Wolf Run- ner.
 1 Pitiful beyond measure Is the tale of how old Mi-yah-tis kept the toga of the boy while he made the long journey, the tack-stones that were of the knuckle- bones of the antelope. the worn mocca- sins that the little fellow had run and hunted and gamboiIed in Then the sorrowful story of the civil izing of an Indian boy. While the moth- CT took his rabbit snares and set them In the old runs that she and the boy knew so we'll her little Mas-ki-sis friends in the school at St. Johns and drew into his lungs the stifiing exhausted air of a crowded place that was poison in every breath to the child of the forest. Poor mother Mi-yah-tis tried to com fort her longing for her boy with lit- tie monikin she had made of birch-bark. an idol of her child. but the mothers heart with the teleparhy that is univer- sal, Knew that she was needed by his side.
 So in the spring time when the violets were a-bloom in the turf of the North land Wolf Runner and Mi-yah-tis. the | Ugly One. with the beautiful soul started with pony and cart the long journey to St. Johns. Civilization had played the Vampire to this little victim. l When Wolf Runner saw the boy thin and large-eyed and sorely stricken the look came into his face that the faces of the Cree braves wore at the Sun Dance, the face of stiffness and of very great wrath. 'Mas-ki-sis." he said, Ifs strick- en with sickness. It Is not good for Mas-ki-sls to dwell fin the lodge of the paie-face. Mas-ki-sis will go back to the lodge of Wolf Runner'
 Then the three started in the cart for the tepee in the forest.
 l How joyousless in the midst of an un- confessed hopelessness the mother noted how the pure breath of the prairie cheer ed the boy. Then the fording of Little I from the cart the powder. the knife and all the food of the Indian. For three days they three travelled with growing hunger for their companion. No habita- ton on the sweep of prairies. much game which ran by them unharmed for lack of powder or knife of the hunter. | The red lilies were all abloom and they gave the boy message of bravery even under hunger, for they are the resurrec- tion of the blood of Cree braves who fell in battle.
 | Then Mi-yah-tis out of the depths of her. mother love, planned to rob of pow der the grave of Chief Grass Head which lay in their journey.
 Little Mas-ki-sis divining her thought, was with her when she reached the grave. The boy talked to the spirit of the old chief and told him of their days or starving and of the long journey yet before them:
 70 Great Chief! be not angry" "At this his voice choked in his throat. ebbed away and left him cold and pow erless in fear The Cree woman's arm dropped like a broken limb. l Above, the chief long dead. slowly raised his head with a soft rustic ana peered down at them from wide eyes that ginted green and yellow and red in the silver moonlight. There was a fierce questioning look in the eyes as they searched these two who come In the night as if asking why they had come to the | sacred grave of a dead chief
 The two were powerless of speech in their terror: they were fascinated. Their silence drew shrill. harsh cackle that was laugh. or a cry of anger, from the face on the bier.
 The voice startled the huge spuaw into volition; she turned heavily to run, still clutching the hand of Mas-ki-sis. l 'As she fled, the owner of the eyes, that was only a silly marsh-owl. spread his fan-like wings and swooped off into the haze of the prairie. Stop, mother!' panted the boy the spirit of brave chiding him for his emp ty fear Stop, mother: 1t Is only oo-hoos
 the owD. and we have not taken the powder
 So when Wolf Runner awoke there was powder and the gun loaded there was food.
 Then comes the story of the anger of the tribe that Nistas, the wicked medi- cine woman had raised against poor old Mis-yah-tis and the brave run of the