MIMKUDAWOGOOSK THE MOOSEWOOD MAN

NCE upon a time an Indian maiden

dwelt alone in a large forest. She was often very lonely, and wished that she had a brother or a sister to live with her.

One day, when she was gathering fuel, she found a long, slim branch from the Mimkuda- wok tree, and carried it home with her. She left it leaning against the Wigwam, outside the door. That night she heard a human voice crying:

“Numees, my sister, I am cold! Oh, I am very cold!”

“ ’Nsees, my brother, if you are cold,” she called back, “why do you not come in and warm yourself?”

“I cannot come in, for I am not clothed,” called back the voice.

“Wait, then, and I will put out some cloth- ing for you,” she answered.

The maiden quickly took some blankets and threw them outside, and went back to her work.

Presently in walked a fine looking young

brave, who at once took his seat where a 103