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WONDER TALES OF THE FOREST 129
food; and in winter the snow was swept from
their door, and they were never cold.
In the stone wigwam, where the young
hunter and his wife lived, there came in time a
little boy. When the child was large enough
to play about the wigwam, the father said to
the mother:
"Now mind that he does not touch the bag
of skin hanging in the corner."
"And mind," he said, when the child was
large enough to play with the little bow and
arrow, "mind, that he does not harm the little
skin bag that hangs in the corner. For if you
allow him to touch it, great harm will come
to you."
All went well for a time; but, one day, the
child was shooting the little arrows about the
wigwam.
"Mind,"
said his mother, "that you do not
touch the little skin bag hanging in the cor
ner."
The child played merrily at his games, while
the mother busied herself about the wigwam.
But soon came the cry:
"Oh,
mother! Look! See the little bag in
the corner!"
The mother turned from her work to look
at the bag; an arrow had pierced it, and oil
was dripping from it to the floor.
At that very moment, far away in the forest,