And still, between each mighty stroke there is a long low moaning heard; and ever the moaning ends with a sound of sobbing and complaining, as though a weeping woman should murmur, “_Hiai!_” And still, when the people hear that great golden moan they keep silence; but when the sharp, sweet shuddering comes in the air, and the sobbing of “_Hiai!_” then, indeed, do all the Chinese mothers in all the many-colored ways of Pe-king whisper to their little ones: “_Listen! that is Ko-Ngai crying for her shoe! That is Ko-Ngai calling for her shoe!_” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE TEN TRAILS By ERNEST THOMPSON SETON ONCE there were two Indians who went out together to hunt. Hapeda was very strong and swift and a wonderful bowman. Chatun was much weaker and carried a weaker bow; but he was very patient. As they went through the hills they came on the fresh track of a small Deer. Chatun said: “My brother, I shall follow that.” But Hapeda said: “You may if you like, but a mighty hunter like me wants bigger game.” So they parted. Hapeda went on for an hour or more and found the track of ten large Elk going different ways. He took the trail of the largest and followed for a long way, but not coming up with it, he said: “That one is evidently traveling. I should have taken one of the others.” So he went back to the place where he first found it, and took up the trail of another. After a hunt of over an hour in which he failed to get a shot, he said: “I have followed another traveler. I’ll go back and take up the trail of one that is feeding.” But again, after a short pursuit, he gave up that one to go back and try another that seemed more promising. Thus he spent a whole day trying each of the trails for a short time, and at night came back to camp with nothing, to find that Chatun, though his inferior in all other ways, had proved wiser. He had stuck doggedly to the trail of the one little Deer, and now had its carcass safely in camp. MORAL: _The Prize is always at the end of the trail._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO[3] By COUNT LEO TOLSTOI Footnote 3: Reprinted from the Everyman Edition of Tolstoi’s _Tales and Parables_, by special permission of the publishers. Copyright by E. P. Dutton & Company.