AN ADVENTURE WITH A CHENOO

ONG ago, in the olden time, an Indian, with

his wife and child, went far away toward

the northwest into the forest to hunt and trap.

They built a Wigwam, and made it all ready for the winter.

All went well for a time. The man hunted, and brought home plenty of game and fur. The wife was kept busy, slicing and drying the meat, and preparing the food, and taking care of her child.

One afternoon, as the wife was out gathering wood, she heard a noise among the bushes near by, as though some large animal were making its way through them. She looked,—and her heart stood still with horror. There stood a creature, part human and part beast, and part demon! It was of the size and form of a man, an old mam—naked, and with a hideous face.

The woman had heard of the terrible Chenoo of the north, a cruel monster with a heart of ice and stone, and she knew at once that this Was one of the fierce cannibals so much dreaded by every one, and that he had come to kill and de-

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