“You shall have much meat,” said the girl, but she was very angry. She killed the pet wolf when the boy did not see, and made a great kettle of soup from its flesh and the water in the lake. She put her own moccasins and her new suit on the buffalo robe which was their bed, and while the little brother was playing at hunting she ran away to the wigwam they had seen. “You are welcome,” said the old squaw who came out to meet her. “Where are your people?” “They are all dead,” said the girl. The squaw gave her a good supper and said, “You may live with me.” The little brother cried when he could not find his sister, and went to look for his pet wolf. He called to it in the wolf language but got no answer. The little one ate his soup, and putting on his sister’s moccasins lay down on the buffalo robe and went to sleep. He hunted all day after he awoke in the morning, but could not find his sister. “I will ask the wolves,” he said, as he heard a pack growling in the forest. He called to them in the wolf language and asked if they had seen his sister or his little pet wolf. “We found a wolf’s head near your wigwam, and we smelled the tracks of some one that went around the lake,” said the leader wolf. “My brother has gone, my sister has gone, my little wolf has gone; I shall starve and freeze,” said the boy. “Come with us,” said the leader wolf; “come and be one of us.” The boy ran after the pack, and as he ran he began to chant: I am changing into a wolf. The wolves are better than my brother; The wolves are better than my sister. I am changing into a wolf. He ran very slowly; the wolves began to howl as if some strange creature were near, and the boy saw his own brother in a tree over his head. The older brother begged the wolves to go away. The little one was now a wolf, and he called to the pack to follow him, for he had found the track of a deer. The brother knew his voice and said, “Let me die, for my brother that I deserted has become a wolf.” He fell from the tree, but the wolves did not eat him, for his little wolf brother told them who the man was. “Let him live. He is not good enough for wolves to eat,” said the leader; but to the brother who had done wrong life was worse than being torn by wolves. The band of warriors deserted him in the forest, and he never went on the warpath again. Adapted from Schoolcraft. XV. THE GOOD BEAR AND THE LOST BOY (Iroquois) A boy went out to hunt and crawled into a great hole where porcupines lived. He wanted to get some of the young ones. The dirt fell into the hole behind him and shut him in with the porcupines. The boy cried himself to sleep, for he knew his father could not find him. When he awoke he saw the mother porcupine as big as a squaw. She gave him some food, but he could not eat. The food was bitter. The porcupine squaw said, “I will call a council, for I do not know what to feed you.”