WONDER TALES OF THE FOREST 75 So the Chenoo lay hidden in the bottom of the canoe, and the Indians towed him across the lake. When they reached the outlet, and were in the river again, the Chenoo said: "I can travel no farther by water. I will go by land." They told him where they were planning to encamp that night, and he started off on foot across the mountain by a roundabout way. The Indians went down the river with the spring freshet, headlong with the rapids. But when they paddled around the point where they meant to pass the night, they saw smoke rising from the trees. When they landed, they saw the Chenoo sleeping soundly by the fire, which he had built for them. They travelled in this way for several days. Each day they went on with the spring waters; each night the Chenoo was before them at the encampment. But as they journeyed south, a change began to come over their companion. He was a creature of the north. In ice and snow he was in his element; but he could not endure the soft showers of summer. He grew languid and feeble, and when they reached their own village, he was so weak that he could no longer walk. So they carried him into their wigwam. As the days went by the Chenoo became