Suddenly he stopped, for he
heard a loud call.
“Help! help!” came from the
distance.
“I’m coming,” shouted Rago,
“I’m coming,” and he ran in the
direction of the call.
“Help! help!” came the call
again, and this time Rago knew
that it was Long-head calling.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,”
shouted Rago as he ran on as fast
as he could.
It was not very easy running,
for the trees were very thick in
this part of the forest.
As he neared the spot from
which the sound had come, he
heard a fierce growl.
Growl after growl he heard.
“’Tis a wolf, ’tis a wolf,” he
thought.
“Where is your torch, Long-head?”
panted Rago, as he came
up out of breath.
He saw Long-head standing
against the tree, and the wolf
ready to spring upon him.
Long-head was terribly frightened,
for he could not defend himself
against the wolf.
His torch was out, and he had
lost his club. He didn’t dare attempt
to climb the tree for fear the
wolf would seize him.
Rago came up cautiously from
behind. With one bound he waved
his torch before the eyes of the
wolf.
The fire terrified the wolf and
he made one leap for the thicket.
Then Long-head sank to the
ground. He was weak with fright.
“He almost had me, that
time,” said Long-head.
“He was upon me before I
knew it. My torch had gone
out and I was waiting for you,
when the wolf sprang toward me.
“He must have come from the
thicket, because I didn’t see him
until he was upon me.”
“That certainly was a narrow
escape,” said Rago.
“I am glad I heard you call.
“We must stay together now;
my torch will protect both of us.”
“Let us find something to eat,”
said Long-head.
So they walked on through the
forest. They found nuts and
roots and fruits.
“Look out,” said Long-head,
pointing to an opening in the hillside.
“That is the home of the cave
bear. Don’t go too near.”
“The cave bears are asleep,
aren’t they?” asked Rago.
“Yes, but they may wake up,”
answered Long-head.
“I shouldn’t care to be attacked
by a cave bear,” said Long-head.
“They certainly are fierce creatures.”
“What a fine patch of blueberries!”
said Rago.
“Goni and baby sister would
like some of these berries, I know.
I wish I might carry some to
them.”
“I will show you how to make a
basket,” said Long-head.
“Let us find some rushes.”
“There is a marshy place,” said
Long-head, pointing to the river.
“We can find some rushes there.”
So the boys gathered the rushes
and sat down upon the ground to
make the basket.
Long-head wove the rushes together
for the bottom of the
basket.
When he had tied the ends together
at the top, he wove around
the sides, until the basket was
deep enough. Then he fastened
the rushes tightly, so that the basket
would be strong enough to
hold the berries.
“What a fine basket,” said Rago.
“I have never seen a rush
basket before.
“Now let me try to make one.”
Then Rago wove a basket like
the one which Long-head had
made.
“Mother will be pleased to see
my basket,” said Rago.
“Now for the blueberry patch.
We can fill our baskets.”
The two boys picked enough
berries to fill their baskets.
“These baskets are very
strong,” said Rago.
“Yes,” said Long-head. “Oak
leaves make strong baskets, also.”
After they had filled their baskets
the boys wandered about for
a while.
They watched the cattle going
toward the stream for their evening’s
drink.
“Let us follow them,” said
Long-head.
They enjoyed seeing the cattle
wade knee-deep into the stream
and drink of the clear, cool water.
Both Rago and Long-head dipped
their hands into the water.
They filled them and drank.
They were thirsty, for they had
had no water all day.
“’Tis growing late,” said Long-head.
“See, the sun is setting.
“The men will be coming back
to the fire. Let us go back also.
“We shall have to tell them
about the fierce wolf.”
“Will they play it?” asked
Rago.
“Yes, indeed,” answered Long-head.