A RUNAWAY.

Once, after an arickara Indian mother had finished all her packing, as they were going to move camp, she fixed a travois on her big dog and placed her baby in the basket. Then all was ready and they were about to start, when a great, ugly black dog came along, and the two dogs began to fight.

The squaw whipped them apart, and after she had quieted her poor little baby boy, who had been very much frightened, she put him back into his little carriage, and soon the Indians started.

The squaw walked beside the dog to guide him and, also, to amuse her baby. Indian babies play with little dolls made of buckskin, with long buckskin fringe for hair. If a feather is placed in the dolly's hair the babies think it is beautifully dressed.

The baby of our story was having a lovely time with his dolly and so his mother thought she would just drop back and have a little chat with another Indian mother while the baby was good.

She had hardly turned around, when that naughty dog saw a great big jack rabbit, just ahead, and thought it would make a delicious dinner. Off he started. He jumped right through the rough sage brush, and the poor baby rolled out. His mother was afraid he would be badly hurt, but he was only frightened. When the squaw caught the naughty dog again, she tied a rope around his neck and kept tight hold of it, so he couldn't play another trick on her.

When the Indians stopped and camped, the little boy picked up a stick and whipped that dog as hard as he could for treating him so badly during the day's traveling.

A GREEDY BEAR.

Once there was a little pueblo Indian boy and his father was one of the best hunters in the village. One morning he went out into the mountains to shoot deer, the meat of which was to be dried for the winter supply.

He was walking very carefully, as he would have frightened the game away if he had made a noise.

Suddenly he heard a sound as if a mama bear were scolding a cub for being selfish. He looked, and there, indeed, was an old she-bear turning over stones and trying to find some grubs for her babies.

The Indian shot the mama bear and one of the cubs scampered off as fast as he could go, but the hunter caught the other little bear and tied a horse-hair rope tight around the little fellow's neck, so he could drag him home to his little tan-tsi-day.

The two became very good friends, and when tan-tsi-day's mother brought a bowl of porridge to her baby, she always put in enough for the baby bear too.

One day the baby bear was naughty, and when tan-tsi-day's mother had gone into the house, he took the bowl and ate all the porridge himself, and didn't give his little playfellow any.

The baby was very much surprised, and called his Indian mother.

Do you know how she punished the selfish little bear? When the next meal-time came, she just brought enough of the good porridge for her tan-tsi-day, and made that naughty bear eat with the puppies. I think baby bear won't be such a greedy little fellow when allowed to eat with his little companion again.

IN MISCHIEF.

The naughty bear had been kept away from his playfellow for some time, and as the two loved one another so much, it made them both feel very sad.

One day the Indian mother went out to visit, and baby bear saw her go. "Now," thought he, "I will see my little friend, and, if I am a very good little bear, perhaps his mother will let us play together again."

Baby bear crept along very carefully, and when he thought the mother was not looking he hid behind a bake oven and almost had his first accident, for tan-tsi-day's mother had left one of her best jars standing there with herbs to dry.

When the mother had got out of sight the baby bear marched into the adobe home of his friend, and then the two companions were glad.

But baby bear and tan-tsi-day saw the jars with all the good things in them, and then they forgot to try to be good.

They ate the dried berries and sweet roots; tipped the jars and baskets to see if any goodies were in them; and when they had eaten all they wanted, sat just as close to each other as possible and went fast asleep.

After a while the mother came home, and when she saw those two fast asleep, the jars broken, and all her good things spilled over the floor, she became very angry and started to whip them.

Baby bear wakened up and ran as fast as his clumsy little legs would let him; but he didn't reach the top of his pole before the Indian mother had given him a good switching.

CANOE BOYS.

Little chippeway Indian boys have lots of good times. In the spring they help their fathers and big brothers to make maple sugar. They watch the birch-bark troughs and, when one is full of sap, carry and empty it into a big kettle over a fire to boil down.

Often the bears find the sap during the night, and, as they like sweets very much, drink it all; and the little boys are disappointed in the morning, when they go around with their birch-bark buckets, to find it all gone. Sometimes the bears try to steal the boiling syrup, and then they get their paws badly burned for trying to be thieves.

In summer, the boys love to swim and play in the little lakes that are so numerous in the region of their home. One afternoon a number of boys got into a canoe and paddled, and as many other boys waded out into one of the shallow lakes to have some fun. The boys in the water were to try and take the canoe away from the boys that were inside. Oh, how hard the two sides worked, one to keep the boat right side up, and the other side to capture it; for if they tipped the canoe and spilled all the boys out they gained the victory, and would get in and see if they could hold it. They splashed the water in all directions, and when one boy fell or was pulled out of the boat, didn't he get a good ducking! The little dog helped all he could by barking very loud and trying to frighten the boys in the water.

They played until it was so dark they had to stop and go home.

Their houses, canoes, baskets, buckets and various other things, are made out of the bark of the birch tree.

Whenever any of the chippeway Indians want to go visiting, they always go in canoes when possible, for they are canoe Indians and almost live in their boats. They seldom go visiting on horseback as most other tribes do.

WINTER FUN.

The little assiniboin Indian boys had a great deal of snow in winter, and, as they have no sleds as white boys have, they took buffalo ribs and slid down hill on them.

A little boy was walking over the snow one day, on his snow-shoes, when he thought what fun it would be, if the boys would all go over on the hill and slide. He walked through the village, playing he was the town crier, and called all the little boys out on the hill to slide.

They all took their buffalo ribs and went out, and the little girls—some who had babies on their backs, and some who were only playing—and even the mothers and grandmothers went along to see how much fun the boys were going to have.

Some of the boys fastened the buffalo ribs on their feet, while others made little sleds by fastening the ribs together and making cross pieces of wood. Then they started at the top of the hill and came down, one after the other, shouting and laughing while other boys threw snow at them.

Several times they went down the hill without any accident, and they were beginning to think nothing could throw them. They all ran up the hill for another long slide, the first one up was to be the first to start. One started right after the other, and as the first one was nearly at the bottom of the hill he lost his balance and over he went. The other boys were close behind him, and as each one came he went over, and the boys and girls, who were watching thought that was more fun for them than the sliding had been. Even the three companions who had been throwing sticks over the snow to see which could make them slide farthest, stopped their game to see how the boys were piled on top of one another.

MR. AND MRS. ANTELOPE AND THE BABIES.

One bright, sunny day, Mr. and Mrs. Antelope took little Baby Antelope out for a run. They knew where to find a lovely feeding-ground, so that their baby could have a good dinner of nice young grass.

Mr. and Mrs. Antelope were walking along very quietly; but the baby was so pleased to get out, that she gamboled far away, and frisked about.

Pretty soon she came running back very much frightened and said, "Oh Mamma and Papa Antelope, do come with me! I have seen some of the queerest little animals over near that tree, and I don't know what they are."

Mr. and Mrs. Antelope became very much worried, because they thought perhaps their little one had seen one of those animals that walk on two legs and carry a long iron stick that can hit and kill them from afar. As Mr. and Mrs. Antelope are very curious people, they wanted to see what their baby meant. Can you guess what they saw? Leaning against the tree were two queer little animals. Mr. and Mrs. Antelope thought hard and looked very keenly; but they had never seen such animals before.

Weren't Mr. and Mrs. Antelope funny? They didn't know that if they stayed much longer, a sioux Indian mother would come out from the bushes where she was picking berries and frighten them away from her little baby and then she would have to scold her daughter tom-be for falling asleep and not taking better care of her baby brother.

THE CLIFF-DWELLERS AND THEIR PETS.

A long time ago, before the white people came to live here, the cochiti Indians used to live in houses made by hollowing deep holes into the north side of the deep cañons. They built their houses to face the south, because it was warmer in winter when the fierce north wind came over the mountains to see what damage he could do. Instead of finding houses to go into, he could only blow against the mountains.

The little boys used to climb down the sides of the cliffs from their homes, and play in the warm sunshine with their tame foxes and make them jump for dried meat.

Sometimes they took their bows and arrows and went out to hunt wild turkeys in the arroyos, or deep gullies around their homes.

At night the foxes found a warm place in some house that had been deserted, perhaps because the opening had grown too large and the sand had drifted in, or perhaps because it was not sheltered enough from the snow in winter. The boys would climb to their own houses.

In those days, the men and boys had to watch from high places to warn the people of the approach of any of their enemies, because the navajo and apache Indians troubled the pueblo Indians a great deal in olden times.

As long as the watchers could see no enemy, the women used to carry water from the river—which was quite far away—gather wood and till little patches of ground, but as soon as the enemy came down upon them, they looked for water in wells dug into the rock to hold the rain when it fell. This water was always saved for cases of this kind.

THE BURRO RACE.

tom-ō-ping was a little pueblo Indian boy and one day his father said to him, "tom-ō-ping take my big black burro over to the cañon to feed." tom-ō-ping didn't say, "wait a minute" to his father, but jumped right on his burro.

As he was going through the pueblo, he met his three companions, a-go-ya, tō-a and bo-ping. tom-ō-ping did not like to go alone, so he asked two of his little friends to jump on behind him while the third ran along as best he could, and they would all get their own burros and have a race. The boys did not have to be asked twice, so they jumped on behind tom-ō-ping and then, as they were anxious to get to racing, they all tried to hurry the poor old burro along by kicking him in the ribs while bo-ping's dog barked at his heels. Mr. Burro was tired and wouldn't endure that long: so in a moment he was standing on his fore-legs and the three boys were turning somersaults over his head, while the dog was kicked high in the air. The boys jumped upon his back again and this time were more patient, so they finally reached the cañon where the donkeys were feeding in safety.

The three waited for their friend to come and then each boy caught his own little animal, and as tō-a was the eldest boy he gave the signal to start. one! two!! three!!! and off they went over fields and prairie, down the old trail and through the sage brush, shouting and laughing and urging their little steeds along. First bo-ping was a little ahead, and then he was glad, for he had been telling how well his little donkey could go. Then the others whipped their small animals a little harder for none wanted to be beaten. How they did go! You never saw four little donkeys go faster. At last the race came to an end, and the little children, who had gathered to see the finish, clapped their hands and laughed as tō-a, who was a favorite with them all, came in just a little ahead of his companions.

LEARNING TO SHOOT.

Indian fathers are just as proud of their little sons as white fathers are of theirs.

One day, a crow Indian chief came in from the mountains, where he had been hunting and said to his little son: "Now, my little warrior, you are getting to be a big boy, you must grow up to be a big chief of your tribe. You must learn to shoot and be brave so that when you grow up, you will earn a name, and your people will love you."

The father gave his little son a tiny bow and some arrows, and taking him by the hand, called his little dog and went out to see what they could find to shoot at. Just outside of the tepees, were some bushes where the magpies had gathered and were chattering together, enjoying the beautiful sunshine.

Magpies are very inquisitive birds, and when they saw the little hunter, come along with his dog and his father, one of the little birds jumped down from the bush and hopped over to see what they were going to do. The father thought this was a good chance for his boy, so he got down on the ground to instruct him. The little fellow shot, and do you know he killed one of those birds!

Then the father was just as proud as his little boy. The little fellow picked up the bird, and then off he started for home. His mother was sitting in the tepee making her little son a new pair of moccasins, and when he came in and threw the bird over for her to see, she was as much pleased as her boy, for soon he would be able to shoot rabbits and other game for her to cook for his dinner.

LITTLE BIRD, THE NAVAJO SHEPHERD BOY.

Little bird was a little navajo boy, whose papa had given him a dear little pony, because he took such good care of the sheep.

When little bird went out with his papa's flock of sheep, he always took some goats along to help keep the flock together and drive off wolves or bears. little bird, on his pony's back, would watch, and the goats would climb on the rocks where they could see a long distance. One day, while they were watching, little bird fell asleep, on his pony's back. He didn't think there were any wolves or bears about; but soon he was dreaming that he heard the sheep making a great noise, and when he awoke, he saw that they were very much frightened and that the goats were marching toward the cañon.

What do you think he saw? A great, black bear holding a dear little lamb in his arms.