Treasury of American Indian TalesRessler, Theodore Whitson
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Treasury of American Indian Tales
Ressler, Theodore Whitson
Indians of North America -- Folklore; Indians of North America -- Juvenile literature
The bear, Naltan thought, must have been late in going into hibernation
for the winter because he had not found enough food. Now a delicious
morsel of warm-blooded food was on the trail ahead of him. Now Naltan
understood why Beartooth had left the trail; he must have seen the bear
ahead on the trail and turned off to escape him. But the hear was not
going to be avoided so easily. Naltan suddenly stopped and turned to
Ceysoda.
“What shall we do if we do come upon the bear and Beartooth?” he asked.
“We are not armed with our bows and arrows. We could hardly defend
ourselves against such a worthy opponent as a bear. Two young Indians
such as we, no matter how brave, would be easy prey for a large bear.
Yet we must go on and see if there is any help we can give. To turn back
now would certainly mark us as cowards.”
Ceysoda did not like the idea of fighting a full-grown bear; yet he
liked less the thought of turning his back on danger and returning to
the village to meet his friends’ ridicule and his father’s anger for
having been so cowardly. They would have trouble enough as it was, for
having left the village without letting their parents or friends know
where they had gone. Naltan’s voice swung his thoughts back to his
present plight.
“I have an idea, Ceysoda. Between us we have two knives. Let us cut a
couple of stout saplings to use as spears if we should need them. At
least we will have some chance, even if it is not a very good one,
against the bear.”
So the two boys immediately began cutting stout saplings to hack into
crude spears—poor weapons against an angry bear, but the best the boys
could think of at the moment. When they sharpened the points on their
spears, they continued following the very clear trail in the snow. They
did not travel as fast now because they sensed a danger lurking ahead of
them. They did not know just how far ahead the bear was, whether he was
still following Beartooth, or whether he had discovered them. In fact,
at this very moment, he might be awaiting them, hidden among the rocks
up ahead, which they could plainly see now as they watched the forest in
front of them cautiously while following the tracks carefully in the
snow.
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