OOCHIGEOPCH—THE SCAEEED YOUNG BEAVE FAE away in the forest there lived two old Indians with their son. He was their only child. When the hoy had grown to he a young brave, the mother said to him one day, "My son, it is lonely here, and I am growing old; and soon I shall not be able to prepare the meat in flakes for drying. Soon I can no longer make your moccasins or your blankets for you. Then we shall need younger hands than mine in our lodge. So, my son, I would have a daughter with me in the wigwam. Seek out a maiden for your wife, and bring her to us in the forest, and then will our hearts be glad." And the young brave said, "That is well, my mother, but where shall I journey to find such a maiden?" The mother prepared his clothing for him, and told him which way to go. "Follow the river up stream until you come to a small Indian village. You will not find the maiden there, but they will tell you the way." 49