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to the cold of the north, he asked the woman to shield him with a screen.

After this, the Chenoo became so gentle that they feared him no more. He became one of them, and did as they did. But of the dried meats, such as the Indians used, he soon became tired. One day he said to the woman, speaking gently, “My daughter, have you any fresh meat?”

“We have none,” she said.

“Is there a spring of water near?” he then asked her husband.

“None nearer than a half day’s journey,” the Indian told him.

“We must go there to-morrow,” said the Chenoo.

They made everything ready, and in the morning they started off. The Indian led the way. He was young and active, but the Chenoo easily followed, old and feeble as he seemed. They came to the spring. It was large and beautiful. The snow was melted away around it, leaving a border, flat and green.

Then the Chenoo laid aside his blanket, and began a magic dance around the spring. Soon the water began to rise and fall, as if moved by some monster beneath it. The Chenoo danced faster and faster, and soon the head of

a huge lizard appeared above the surface. He raised his head high, and then his body, as