this story, dear reader—in you i’ll confide—

contains a most terrible plot!

of this i inform you, and you can decide

just whether to read it or not.

it’s a tale of a wild and wondrous land;

an account of a man-cub bold,

whose life is sought by a desperate band—

so here is the tale as it’s told!

there were several stories, each supposed to be a true account, of how cho-gay, the lone indian boy, came to live among the black hills of timbertangle, a wild, secluded country, where no other man-animal ever had lived.

probably kaw, the crow, alone knew the truth. that wise old bird, who seemed to know almost everything, had told the animals how, several summers before, he had seen a curious brown spot floating[70] down one of the flood-swollen streams, clinging to a mass of brush. upon investigation, the spot had proven to be a small indian man-child and, when the brush had caught to a branch overhanging the stream from the shore, the little creature had finally crawled to land. from that day to this, cho-gay had lived in timbertangle, seeming to be as much at home among the animals as he could have been among his own people.

where he had come from no one knew, but he was accepted on friendly terms by all—except the gray-wolf pack. he was looked upon as having strange power, that was, somehow, greater even than the power of tooth and claw, for his hands did many things that clumsy beaks and paws could not do.

before the coming of cho-gay, kil-fang, the leader of the gray-wolf pack, had been the feared and despised ruler of the black hills, but cho-gay had one day put secret fear into his heart. the wolf saw a strange deep look in the eyes of the indian boy that he greatly disliked and could not understand. twice had kil-fang tried to make cho-gay understand that he alone must rule among all the animal people of the hills, but each time cho-gay had looked him in the eyes with that strange, steady gaze, and had walked slowly toward[71] him until the wolf had lost power to do anything but slink back, and back, and finally turn away. thereupon this man-child had grunted and had made a quick snapping noise with his fingers, which somehow seemed to mean that he, and not kil-fang, was the one with power to lead.

all this pleased the other animals greatly, for they loved cho-gay, because they had learned that he was just, and they despised the great wolf, because he thought of nothing but to kill and eat. and now all knew that kil-fang had found one who did not fear him—one who had greater power—and all knew that this meant that the wolf must leave the black hills with his pack or lose all power over it.

so, with jealous rage in his heart, kil-fang had taken his followers into the north, vowing that he would return with a mightier pack, that would eat up the thin-skinned cho-gay, and all others who might be so foolish as to dispute his power, or stand in the way of the wolf-pack.

two winters had passed and, with these years of added strength and experience, the indian boy had established a kind of rule and order among the animal people of the hills.

one morning, in the short sunny days of the fall, cho-gay squatted on a flat-topped rock near the[72] entrance to his cave—a snug little hole at the base of a mountain—and scraped the fat from a fresh bobcat pelt with a sharp flint knife. as he labored he mumbled under his breath as if addressing the skin:

“i wouldn’t have killed you, old short-tail, but the cold of the white frost comes soon, and the warm skin must be changed from your back to mine. now that you have gone dead, you have no need of it, but as i am alive i can use it with much good. you were filled with the long years of much living, for i find very little fat on your skin, and you could have hunted not much longer—one more season, maybe. but i, i am young. kaw says that no more than twelve winters have gone since i came to life, and i am filled with strength to hunt, and it may be i will have to fight, if the evil kil-fang and his miserable pack come from the north to keep the vow kil-fang has made. but kil-fang is all growl, and is filled with much bragging talk; in his heart is fear, and it is fear of cho-gay.”

as a small black shadow flashed across the rock beside him, cho-gay looked up in time to see a large black crow alight on the limb of an old juniper tree that stood near by. from this perch the bird looked down on the man-child, nodding gravely.

[73]

cho-gay scraped the pelt of a bobcat with a knife

[74]“welcome, brother kaw,” said the boy. “many days have passed since you and i have met.”

[75]kaw made no immediate reply, but looked steadily at the bobcat skin. then, in a deep, serious voice, he said:

“so this is the end of old short-tail—the most noble bobcat that ever robbed a grouse’s nest or gobbled up young crows. and cho-gay, the friend of all animals, the leader of timbertangle, has slain him.”

although the indian boy detected a teasing note in kaw’s voice, the reference to his friendship for all animals produced an unhappy feeling within him, and rising to his full height on the rock he replied:

“the cold of winter comes; cho-gay must have covering for warmth. there was no anger in my heart for old short-tail. he was both old and lame, and is it not wiser that i have his skin for good use than that it should be in the greedy stomach of yap-kii the coyote? soon he, or one of his family, would have hunted him down and eaten him.”

“yes,” said kaw, solemnly, “what you say may be true, but he was such a good friend of all birds. he would do most anything for them. how he loved them!” then in a sad voice he sang:

[76]

“oh, here lies the skin of old bobtail, the cat;

our loving old friend is no more.

when i think of his life, it surprises me that

someone didn’t kill him before!”

at this cho-gay grinned, for he had half-feared that beneath the mock sadness of his friend was a rebuke for what he had done.

“to kill only where there is great need is an old law of the hills. this you taught me yourself when i was yet very little, and i do not break the law,” said cho-gay.

as he squatted down again to resume his work, a soft pad, pad of broad feet was heard coming down the trail that led along the mountain side, and kaw remarked, “here comes our friend wongo, the bear. i’ll wager that curiosity or hunger brings him here, for he always is filled with curiosity, even when empty of food.”

cho-gay looked over his shoulder as the little bear came up, and called out, “welcome, brother wongo! had you come sooner you would have heard a good rhyming talk from the mouth of our friend kaw. it may be that he will again say it.”

[77]

“welcome, brother kaw,” said cho-gay

[78]“if the rhyming talk was the kind he makes about me, i don’t think i missed much,” said the little bear crossly. then, as he seated himself on the rock, he caught sight of the bobcat skin, and with eyes wide with wonder he exclaimed:

[79]“who is it that leaves his hide for another to use? did you kill him in a fair fight, or in a trap? was he—”

but the voice of kaw broke in before the last question was finished:

“did you? was he? oh what and who?

how very inquisitive are we.

oh, we must know all about all that you do,

for we’re curious as curious can be.”

“well, if that’s the kind of silly talk you were making before i came, i’m glad i did not hear it,” said wongo.

“it’s too bad you can’t appreciate the work of a real poet,” said kaw sadly, “but i suppose when one is hungry his judgment is affected.”

at a sudden noise, half bark and half whine, that came from a point a little above the cave’s entrance, cho-gay rose, picked up a handful of the fat that had been scraped from the skin, and went up to a flat rock on the hillside. moving the stone ever so little, he called out:

“stop the noise, you little sharp-nosed thief! your whining will bring all the fox family here to ask questions why i have shut you up. here is[80] all you get this day,” he added as he tossed the fat through the crack. “many days will go before you are out. twice you have been a thief, and this time you will be a long time behind the rock so that you will learn that it is not good to steal the dried meat from cho-gay.”

kaw and wongo watched this performance with great interest, and the little bear wanted to ask many questions, but he feared the teasing remarks that would surely follow. as it turned out, he heard all that he wanted to know without asking.

after the fox had been silenced with the scraps of fat, two other prisoners were visited and fed; one an old mountain sheep, and the other a young bobcat. at the hole, or small cave, where the sheep was confined, the indian boy spoke to his prisoner:

“old twisted-horns, three more days and you will again run over the hills as honest people run, but if you again steal corn from me your skin will become a covering for the floor in the cave of cho-gay.” the old sheep made no reply, but ate what was given him in sullen silence.

at the prison of the bobcat the indian boy peered in through the crack beside the slab of rock that served as a door, and then picked up a rope of stout buckskin that ran into the prison from the[81] outside. as he pulled it there came an angry snarl from within.

“so!” exclaimed cho-gay. “you are still filled with anger. i will not take the rope from your neck until you speak more softly. i know the hole is too small for you, but here you shall remain until old twisted-horns is free. then you will go into his house, but you shall not be free until cho-gay has taught you to keep the laws of timbertangle.”

as he returned to his work in front of his cave, the indian boy remarked to his callers, “while cho-gay lives in the black hills all thieves that are caught will be made to obey the law of the hills. there was great anger in big-paw, the cat, when he caught himself in the rope trap, yet he was stealing meat from my cave when the rope went round his head. when i came he wanted to fight, but a twist and a quick pull, and cho-gay had him without breath to snarl. now he shall not go free until the hunger in his stomach has eaten up his anger. they that steal shall be punished. is it not a just law, my brothers?”

“it is just,” said kaw.

“yes, it has the sound of being just,” said wongo, “but when there is hunger and poor hunting, the hunter must have food.”

[82]at this remark, kaw cocked his head on one side and looked keenly at the little bear. then he said, “about an hour ago, while i was flying over the twin hills, i saw an aged mountain sheep who had been driven from the flock by the young rams.”

“where was that?” asked wongo eagerly, as he got to his feet.

“on the cliffs above the aspen trees, on the south side of the first hill,” said kaw.

scarcely were the last words of the crow spoken before the little bear was speeding away toward the place where kaw had seen the sheep.

“i have sharp eyes,” said cho-gay, addressing the crow, “but how is it that you have eyes that can see hunger in the stomach of a bear?”

“have you not learned that hunger makes all of us cross? it is only when our friend wongo is very hungry that he is cross, and we do not have to see crossness. we sometimes hear it. hunger will not take the anger away from big-paw, the cat. if you feed him and give him more room he will soon lose his anger,” continued kaw, “and it is because he is a captive, and not because of hunger, that he will learn to be honest.”

“your words have the sound of wisdom,” said the indian boy, rising, “and i shall see if they are not true.”

[83]

going up to the flat rock that covered the entrance to the prison of the old mountain sheep, he rolled it to one side. a moment later the astonished sheep leaped out and dashed away up the side of the mountain. kaw watched this performance with[84] keenest interest. passing on to the prison of the bobcat, cho-gay picked up the buckskin rope with one hand and drew his knife from his belt with the other. then pulling the flat stone from the mouth of the hole he gave the rope a sudden pull. the bobcat came tumbling out, and before it could regain its feet it was dragged to the former prison of the mountain sheep, too dazed to realize what had happened before it was in new quarters and the stone door lifted into place.

“very quickly and neatly done,” said kaw, in admiration. then he added in a low tone to himself, “our friend wongo should have good hunting to-day, for if he should miss the old sheep on the cliff, he will surely get old twisted-horns, who is making for the same place.”

as the indian boy returned to his cave to get food for the young bobcat, there arose the sound of many yapping voices from the sagebrush below.

“news! news for brother cho-gay!” came the voices. a thin, sharp-nosed coyote emerged from the edge of the sage and stood a little in the open, as though he feared to come nearer. then the heads of three or four of his followers were poked from the brush, as though to lend support to their timid leader, and to see the great man-child to whom their remarks had been addressed.

[85]“news is of no use until it is told,” said cho-gay. “speak up, brother fearful. what is there to tell?”

“is it not a law among us that if one makes a lie, and tells it against a brother, he shall be punished?” asked fearful.

“it is a law,” replied cho-gay. “who is it that breaks the law?”

“it is sandy, the red fox, who has made a great lie, saying that he has flown like an eagle from the valley to the top of skull-top mountain, and that as he left the top to come down, a rock fell and rolled down to the valley. and that our old cousin, rip, the outcast wolf, who is very brave, ran in great fear, believing that the mountain was tumbling down. so our cousin rip is made a coward in the eyes of all, because of the lie.”

“where is your cousin rip that he does not come to accuse the fox?” asked cho-gay.

“he and sandy hunt together, and he is afraid to make sandy angry. why, we know not,” answered fearful.

at the sound of a chuckle from the juniper tree, cho-gay looked up to see kaw shaking with laughter. paying no heed to this, he again spoke to the coyote:

“all know that a fox cannot fly through the[86] air to a mountain top. go, bring this maker of lies to me and we shall hear his story from his own mouth.”

this order was evidently what the coyotes wanted, for they quickly vanished into the brush.

when they had gone, kaw could scarce contain himself for mirth. anticipating the scene that would follow when sandy, the fox, faced cho-gay, he hopped up and down as he sang:

“’tis a funny old world, for often i see

the right of a thing turned about,

and when it occurs, then we say ‘it can’t be,’

till proof makes it true without doubt.”

as the old crow spread his wings to depart, cho-gay asked, “does that rhyming talk mean that a fox might fly?”

“it might!” said kaw from over his wing as he flew away.