WONDER TALES OP THE FOREST 129 food; and in winter the snow was swept from their door, and they were never cold. In the stone wigwam, where the young hunter and his wife lived, there came in time a little boy. When the child was large enough to play about the wigwam, the father said to the mother: "Now mind that he does not touch the bag of skin hanging in the corner." "And mind," he said, when the child was large enough to play with the little bow and arrow, "mind, that he does not harm the little skin bag that hangs in the corner. For if you allow him to touch it, great harm will come to you." All went well for a time; but, one day, the child was shooting the little arrows about the wigwam. "Mind," said his mother, "that you do not touch the little skin bag hanging in the cor¬ ner." The child played merrily at his games, while the mother busied herself about the wigwam. But soon came the cry: "Oh, mother! Look! See the little bag in the corner!" The mother turned from her work to look at the bag; an arrow had pierced it, and oil was dripping from it to the floor. At that very moment, far away in the forest,