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little ones being quite thirsty, crawled close to him, reached out their 

 heads and each received a little nourishment from him. He would 

 hold the piece to the first dne, then on to the others, until the piece vvas 

 perfectly dry. "Oh, my dear little nephews are so pretty !" said the 

 little boy, taking one at a time and holding, hugging and kissing them 

 on their cheeks. After he had amused himself with the little ones all 

 the forenoon, he placed all into the bark shelter. "Now, dear nephews, 

 be good to yourselves and stay close inside, while I go back to beg some 

 more food for myself, but it will be for your benefit," said the little 

 boy, laughing at them. This little boy didn't look back, for fear of 

 being suspected. 



"Oh, mother, is dinner over? I had such a splendid time on the 

 sand-bar with my fellow mates that I almost forgot about the dinner,"^ 

 said the little boy, appearing innocent. "I had intended to save some 

 for you, anyhow," said the mother quickly. "Say, mother! When I 

 get through with this piece, dip some stock into that big bowl. I am so 

 hungry that I can load my little stomach all right," said the little boy, 

 earnestly. "Oh, pshaw, you greedy thing, you are making our mother 

 do things unnecessarily. I wish you would be a little more respectable," 

 said the sister with much feeling. "Well, well ! Dear daughter, you 

 should not speak so harshly to your Jittle brother, fcr he is a meek and 

 humble companion. Don't make him discontented at home," said the 

 mother, pitifully. The sister then only looked at him scornfully, but 

 the little boy was all the time talking with the mother about various 

 games, etc. "Here, my dear child, take your stock and drink it. Surely, 

 dear, you are quite hungry," said the mother, patting the boy on the 

 shoulders. *'Say, mother, I want to take it outside and let it cool off. 

 Can't I do it ?" said the little boy. "Oh, pshaw, you are a regular nui- 

 sance to our mother," said the sister. "Please, daughter, be kind to 

 your little brother," said the mother with sympathy. So this little boy 

 went out with a big bowl filled with greasy stock and seated himself on 

 the ground for a while. He was humming away and dipping his fingers 

 into the stock and licking them loudly, so that the folks might know 

 that he really was drinking it. 



After the folks had ceased to pay attention to him, he walked off 

 to play. "Oh, my partners are going back to the sand-bar to play 

 again. I must be on the move or else I shall miss the fun," said the 

 boy, starting off with the bowl of stock. The folks believed that he 

 had drank it all, and left the bowl. This, little boy reached the shelter 

 and found the little ones all right. They were walking about inside 



