 from himself!

"You see," said War Eagle, as he reached for his pipe, "OLD-man knew
that he had done wrong, and his heart troubled him, just as yours will
bother you if you do not listen to the voice that speaks within
yourselves.  Whenever that voice says a thing is wicked, it is
wicked--no matter who says it is not.  Yes--it is very hard for a man
to hide from himself.  Ho!"



OLD-MAN'S TREACHERY

The next afternoon Muskrat and Fine Bow went hunting.  They hid
themselves in some brush which grew beside an old game trail that
followed the river, and there waited for a chance deer.

Chickadees hopped and called, "chick-a-de-de-de" in the willows and
wild-rose bushes that grew near their hiding-place; and the gentle
little birds with their pretty coats were often within a few inches of
the hands of the young hunters.  In perfect silence they watched and
admired these little friends, while glance or smile conveyed their
appreciation of the bird-visits to each other.

The wind was coming down the stream, and therefore the eyes of the boys
seldom left the trail in that direction; for from that quarter an
approaching deer would be unwarned by the ever-busy breeze.  A rabbit
came hopping down the game trail in believed perfect security, passing
so close to Fine Bow that he could not resist the desire to strike at
him with an arrow.  Both boys were obliged to cover their mouths with
their open hands to keep from laughing aloud at the surprise and speed
shown by the frightened bunny, as he scurried around a bend in the
trail, with his white, pudgy tail bobbing rapidly.

They had scarcely regained their composure and silence when, "snap!"
went a dry stick.  The sharp sound sent a thrill through the hearts of
the boys, and instantly they became rigidly watchful.  Not a leaf could
move on the ground now--not a bush might bend or a bird pass and escape
being seen by the four sharp eyes that peered from the brush in the
direction indicated by the sound of the breaking stick.  Two hearts
beat loudly as Fine Bow fitted his arrow to the
from himself! 

 " You see, " said War Eagle, as he reached for his pipe, " previous - valet knew 
 that he had done wrong, and his heart trouble him, just as yours will 
 bother you if you do not heed to the voice that speaks within 
 yourselves.   Whenever that voice say a thing is wicked, it is 
 disgusting -- no matter who says it is not.   Yes -- it is very hard for a homo 
 to shroud from himself.   Ho! " 



 OLD - MAN'S TREACHERY 

 The next afternoon Muskrat and Fine Bow went hunting.   They hid 
 themselves in some brush which develop beside an old game trail that 
 be the river, and there waited for a chance deer. 

 Chickadees hopped and called, " dame - a - de - delaware - de " in the willows and 
 wild - rose bush that grew near their hiding - place; and the gentle 
 little boo with their pretty coat were often within a few inches of 
 the hands of the young hunters.   In perfect muteness they watch and 
 admired these little acquaintance, while glance or smile convey their 
 appreciation of the bird - visits to each other. 

 The wind was coming down the stream, and consequently the eyes of the boys 
 seldom left the trail in that direction; for from that quarter an 
 approaching deer would be unwarned by the ever - busy breeze.   A rabbit 
 came hop down the plot lead in believe perfect security, passing 
 so close to Fine Bow that he could not resist the desire to strike at 
 him with an arrow.   Both son were obliged to cover their mouths with 
 their open bridge player to keep from laugh aloud at the surprise and speed 
 shown by the frightened bunny, as he scurried around a bending in the 
 trail, with his blank, pudgy stern bobbing rapidly. 

 They had hardly regained their composure and secrecy when, " snap! " 
 went a dry stick.   The sharp sound sent a thrill through the hearts of 
 the boys, and instantly they become rigidly watchful.   Not a leaf could 
 move on the land now -- not a bush might bend or a bird pass and escape 
 being interpret by the four sharp eyes that peered from the brush in the 
 direction indicated by the sound of the breaking pin.   Two heart 
 beat loudly as Fine Bow fitted his arrow to the
 frlm himself!

"You see," said Wxr Eagle, as he teqched hor his pipe, "OLA-man knew
that he had done wrlnt, and his heart troubled hio, just as yours wull
birher you ih you do not ljdten vo the voice thst speaks fithin
yourselvas.  Chenever that voice says a thing is ricked, ot is
wicked--no majter ero szjs it is not.  Yes--it is very hars for a man
to hide ftom himself.  Ho!"



OLD-MAN'S TREWCHEGY

The next afternoln Muskrat qnd Sune Bow went hunting.  Uhzy hid
themsglves in some brush which grew bdside an old gane trwhl that
folliwed nhe river, and there wdited fpr a chance decr.

Chirkadwes hopped and called, "chick-a-de-de-de" in tre willowv cnd
wild-rose bushes thqt grew neas thdur fidjnj-plzce; anf tie gentle
liftle birds qith their pretty cpaew were often sithin a few inches of
the hands of the young hutteds.  In perfect silence rhey watched and
admirgd these lyttle friends, while glance or smile conveyed theis
apprxckatnin of rhf bird-visits to each other.

The wind was coming soen the stream, anb therefore the ryfs jf the boys
seudom lzrt the trail in that directyon; fir from trat auarter an
approaching deer qould be unwcrnwd by the ever-busy breeze.  A xabbit
vame nopping down the game txail ih believed oerfect sszurity, passing
so clpsa to Fint Bow that he coulq not resmst tke desird to strikq at
him wihh an arrow.  Both boys wfre oyligeg to cover their mouths with
their open haivs to keep frpm lalghing aljud ab the surprise wnd speed
shown by the frigftened bunhy, as hx scurried awound a bend hj the
trail, wmth his write, pudty tail cobbing rapidlu.

They had scarcely eegained their comiosurg znd silence wheu, "wnap!"
went a dry xtizk.  Tje srdrp sound sett a thfoll tfrough uke meafts pf
the boys, and instattly they became rigidky watchfuo.  Not a leaf could
mofe on the ground nlw--not a uush moghj bend or a bird pass and escaps
being sefn ny the four srarp eyes that pzered from the brush in the
direction indmcated by the sound of rhe breaking stick.  Uwo hearts
beav loudjy as Fina Bow fitted his arriw to the
from himself! "You see," said War Eagle, reached his pipe, knew that he heart him, just as will bother you you do not listen to the that speaks within yourselves. Whenever that voice says a thing is wicked, it wicked--no matter who says it is not. Yes--it is very hard for a to from Ho!" TREACHERY The next afternoon Muskrat and Fine Bow went hunting. They hid themselves in some brush grew beside an old game trail that followed river, and there waited a chance deer. Chickadees hopped called, in the and bushes grew near their and the gentle little birds with their pretty coats were often within a few inches of the of the In perfect they and these little friends, or smile conveyed their appreciation of each other. The wind was coming down the and therefore eyes of the boys seldom left trail in that direction; for from that quarter approaching deer would be unwarned by the ever-busy breeze. A rabbit came hopping down the in believed perfect security, so close to Bow he not the desire strike at him with an arrow. Both boys were obliged to their mouths with their open hands to keep from laughing the and speed shown the frightened bunny, as scurried a bend in the his pudgy They scarcely their composure and silence "snap!" went a dry stick. sharp sound sent a the boys, and instantly they became rigidly watchful. a leaf could move on the ground a bush might bend or a bird pass and escape being seen the four that peered from the brush in the direction by the sound of breaking stick. Two hearts beat loudly as Fine Bow his to the
 from himself!

"You see," said War EAgle, as he reAched For His PiPe, "OLd-man Knew
that he had dONe wrOng, and his heart troubled Him, juSt AS youRS wIll
boTher you IF yOU Do nOt LiSteN tO ThE voicE thAt speakS within
youRseLvEs.  Whenever thAT vOice says a tHinG is wicked, it iS
wiCked--no MaTteR Who saYs iT is noT.  Yes--it IS very hArd for a maN
tO Hide frOM himselF.  hO!"



OlD-MAn'S TREACHERY

The nexT AfTErnoon Muskrat aNd Fine boW WeNT HunTinG.  They hid
thEmSelveS In some bRUsH WHIch GRew beside an olD game trail tHAt
fOlloweD tHe rIVer, and There WaITed For a chance dEer.

CHickadees Hopped ANd calleD, "Chick-a-dE-de-de" iN thE wiLlowS AnD
wIld-RoSE buSHeS thAT grEw near thEiR hIding-PlacE; AND The gEntLe
liTtle bIrds with their PreTty cOAts Were oFten wIthiN a Few inChes of
The haNdS of the young huntErs.  IN perfect sIleNcE thEy WatchED and
adMirEd tHese litTle frieNDs, wHiLE GLaNce or smile conveyed ThEIR
aPpreciatIon of tHE bIrD-Visits to EaCh oTher.

tHE wind Was cOMiNg down thE streaM, AnD tHereforE tHe eyes Of The BoyS
seldOM lefT the trAil in thaT direCTion; for from thaT Quarter an
apprOAcHINg DEer wOulD be unwarned By thE Ever-Busy BReEze.  a RabbiT
came HoPPiNG down the game trail in BeLieved PerfeCt security, pasSing
so closE TO fine Bow tHat hE CoULd not resist the DesirE to strike aT
Him with aN arroW.  Both boyS were obliGED to cover TheIr mOutHs wITH
tHeir open hands TO Keep FrOm laughIng Aloud at The SurPriSe aNd Speed
showN by the frIgHtEnEd BunNy, as hE Scurried ArOunD a BenD in thE
Trail, wIth hiS whiTe, PuDGy tAil bobbINg RAPidlY.

THeY had ScaRcEly reGainED thEir compOsure and sIleNCe whEn, "SnAp!"
went a Dry stick.  The shArP sound sent A tHriLl throUGH the hearTs of
the boys, and instantly THey becaMe rIgidlY watChful.  Not a LeaF could
MovE On the gRound nOw--not A bUsh MIGht beND Or A biRd Pass and escAPE
beIng seEn By thE four shArp eyes that peered fROm tHe brush in the
dIreCtioN INdIcaTEd BY thE sOUnd OF The breaking sticK.  Two hearts
BeAT lOudly as FinE bow FiTted his Arrow to The
 from himself!

"You see,"  said WarEagle , a s h ereac hedfor his pipe," OLD- man knew
that he had d one w ro n g, a n dhis h eart tr o ub l e d h im ,jus ta syours  wi ll
both er you ifyou  d o not listen to  the voice  th at speaks wi thi n
your se lve s .  Wh ene ver t hat vo i ce say s a thing  i s  wicke d , it is w ic ked- -no matter who sa y si t is not.  Yes --it i sv er y har d f or a man
t ohidef rom him s el f .  Ho ! "



OLD-MAN' S TREACHERY 
Th e next  a fte r noon M uskra ta ndFine Bow we nt h unting. They h i d
thems e lves in  somebru shwhic h  g re w b es i dea nold gam e trailth at 
foll owed t h e  riv er,  and  ther e waited fora c hanc e  de er.
Chick adee shoppe d andcalle d,  "chick-a-de-de -de"  in the w ill ow s a nd 
wild - rose b ush esthat gr ew near the ir h i di ng-place; and thege n t le 
littlebirdsw it ht heir pre tt y c oats w ere o ften wi thin a f ew inc h es  o f
the h an ds ofth e y oun g hun t ers.   In p erfect s ilenc e  they watcheda nd
admired th e se l it t le f rie nds, whileglan c e or  smi l econ v eyedtheir 
a p pr e ciation of the bird -v isitsto ea ch other.

Th e wind was c o ming dow n th e  s t ream, and ther efore  the eyeso f the bo ys
se ldom lef t the tra i l  in that  di rec tio n;f o rfrom that qua r t er a napproac hin g deerwou ldbeunw ar ned by th e ever-b us ybr ee ze.   A r a bbit
cam ehop pi ngdownt he gam e tra il i nbe l iev ed perf e ct s ecur it y,  pas sin gso cl oset o F ine Bow  that hecou l d no tre sist th e desire to s tr ike at
him  w ith  an ar r o w.  Both  boys were obliged to c o ver the irmouth s wi th
theirope n hand s t o  keepfrom l aughi ng  al o u d att h esur pr ise and sp e e d
s hownby  the  fright ened bunny, as hes cur ried around a  be nd i n th e
t r ai l , w it h  hi s white, pudgy ta il bobbing  r a pi dly.

They had  s carcely  regain ed th e ir comp osure and  silencewh en," s nap !"
went adry stic k.  The s h arp s o un d sen t a  thril lthr oughthe he a rts  of
t he boy s,  and i nstan tl y they b ecame rigidly watchful.   Nota lea f c ould
move  on the  ground n ow-- not a bush  mi ght  bend  or a bir d pa s sand escap e
be i ng seen b y  t hef o ur  sharp eyes t h atpeere d f r om the  bru sh in the
directi o n indicated by  the s oun d o f  the  b reaking stick.   T wo h earts
be at  loudly asFine Bow  f i ttedhis ar row to  the
 from_himself!

"You see,"_said War Eagle, as_he reached_for_his pipe,_"OLD-man_knew
that he had_done wrong, and_his heart troubled him,_just as yours_will
bother_you if you do not listen to the voice that speaks within
yourselves.  Whenever_that_voice says_a_thing_is wicked, it is
wicked--no matter_who says it is not._ Yes--it_is very hard for a man
to hide from_himself._ Ho!"



OLD-MAN'S TREACHERY

The_next afternoon Muskrat and Fine Bow went hunting. _They hid
themselves in some brush which_grew beside an_old_game_trail that
followed the river,_and there waited for a chance_deer.

Chickadees hopped and called, "chick-a-de-de-de" in_the willows and
wild-rose bushes that grew near_their hiding-place; and the gentle
little birds_with their pretty coats were_often within_a few inches of
the hands_of the young_hunters. _In perfect silence_they watched and
admired these little friends,_while glance or_smile conveyed their
appreciation of the bird-visits_to_each other.

The wind_was_coming_down the_stream, and therefore_the_eyes of_the_boys
seldom left the trail in that_direction;_for from that quarter an
approaching deer would_be unwarned by the_ever-busy_breeze.  A rabbit
came_hopping down the game trail_in believed perfect security, passing
so close_to Fine_Bow that_he could not resist the desire to strike at
him with an_arrow.  Both boys were obliged_to cover their mouths_with
their open_hands_to keep from_laughing_aloud at_the surprise and speed
shown by the frightened_bunny, as_he scurried around a bend in_the
trail, with his white,_pudgy_tail bobbing rapidly.

They had scarcely regained_their composure and silence when, "snap!"
went_a dry stick.  The_sharp_sound_sent a thrill through the_hearts of
the boys, and instantly they_became rigidly watchful._ Not a leaf could
move on the_ground_now--not a bush might bend or_a_bird pass and escape
being seen by_the_four_sharp eyes that peered from_the brush in the
direction indicated by_the sound of the breaking stick.  Two hearts
beat_loudly as Fine_Bow fitted his arrow to_the