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delicious warmth, smelled the food cooking over the
flames, and heard the voices of his friends and rela-
tives, he was happy in spite of his great pain.

After a while he heard his mother’s voice calling
his name. Looking up, he saw her bending over him
anxiously.

“How did I get here?” he asked faintly.

“Raven the Wise One brought your moccasin to
the village and led your father back to the place
where you were lying,” his mother told him.

“But I shot a raven with my father’s arrow!” said
Kadonah, bewildered. “Why should a raven do so
much for me? It was a raven also that showed me the
arrow driven into the dead tree far up the cliff. Had I
not climbed up to rescue it, I should never have
found the crystal cave. All this a raven has done for
me, and yet I almost killed one.”

“Great is Raven the Wise One and great is Thaim-
shim the Wonder-worker. Perhaps this time they are
one and the same,” replied his mother, reverently.
“Many blessings has the Wise One bestowed upon us;
many wrongs has he forgiven us. Great is his wisdom
and great is his mercy, as you yourself have seen.
Now, go to sleep. When you wake again, strengthened
and refreshed, we will discuss all these things.”

“But the crystals! The arrow!” Kadonah cried,
suddenly remembering. “Are they safe?”

“Safe indeed,” his mother assured him. ‘‘Never

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