One day when he came home from the hunt he said to his sister, “The time has come when I must go away from our lodge. I must go to the mountains and live among the rocks and caves. That is my true home, for I am a Pukwudjee,--a little man of the mountains. But,” he added, “I shall not leave you here alone. You shall go to the home you would love best of all. Tell we where it shall be.” [Illustration: “‘I AM A PUKWUDJEE--A LITTLE MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS,’ HE SAID”] Then the sister answered, “I love the eastern sky best of all. I should love to live there.” “It shall be so,” replied her brother. “I will go up the mountain, where the little people dwell. You shall be carried to the eastern sky; the four winds of heaven shall lift you. I will look up often and see you there.” “And I,” said his sister, “will look down upon you and watch over you every morning. When you see the rosy clouds you will say, ‘My sister is painting her face’.” They bade each other good-bye, and He-of-the-Little-Shell ran up the mountain side, for he was a Pukwudjee, a “little man of the mountains,” as the Indians call them. The four winds of heaven carried the sister to the eastern sky, where she became the Morning Star, and there she watches over her brother and all his people. THE WHITE HAWK (Shawnee) WAUPEE was an Indian youth, and a mighty hunter. The meaning of his name was White Hawk. He was tall, and strong as the great oaks of the forest. He was fleet of foot, and keen of sight. When he drew his bow, his arrow went swiftly to the mark. The Chief of the tribe said, “White Hawk will provide well for the maiden he chooses as his wife. He has the flesh of every animal for food. He has the skin of every animal for his lodge and for his clothing.” But Waupee lived alone in his lodge. He loved the chase, but as yet he cared for no maiden. One day, as he followed a deer through the forest, he went far away from his lodge; far away from his usual hunting ground. Beyond the forest he saw an open space where the grass grew green, and yellow blossoms studded it like stars in the sky. Waupee passed swiftly through the forest until he came to the open space, and there, as he looked about, he discovered a curious thing. It was a circle, where the grass bent down as though many feet had passed lightly over it. He wondered what dancing feet could have made this circle in the grass. And he wondered still more when he looked all about and could find no trace of a footstep outside it. “How did they come? How did they go?” questioned Waupee in amazement. “I must know more of this.” So he hid himself among the trees in the edge of the forest and waited. He had hunted long: the drowsy insects droned about him, and at length Waupee fell asleep. Soon he was aroused by the sound of tinkling music. It was like the ringing of a silver bell. He started up and listened. It seemed to come from the sky. He looked up; then he stood still and waited.