MOOIN THE BEAR’S CHILD

ON G, long ago there lived in an Indian vil- lage a little orphan boy. His father and mother died when he was a baby, and he had no brothers or sisters, so he was all alone. The little orphan boy had no home and no one to care for him. He lived with one family for a little while,—and then he went to another Wigwam and stayed there for a few days, and then to another and another, and this was the way he lived.

No one Wished to adopt him; he was just a little wanderer, going from one lodge to another for shelter.

One day in the autumn, the little orphan boy went into the forest alone to pick berries. He was very hungry, and as he wandered from one bush to another, to pick the berries and eat them, he did not notice how far into the forest he was going. At last he turned to go back, and he did not know which path to take.

He followed one trail, thinking that it might lead him to some part of the forest he had been

in before; but everything was new and strange 53