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The Boy and the Wolves Part 1
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Once upon a time an Indian hunter built himself a house in the middle of a great forest, far away from all his tribe, for his heart was gentle and kind and he was weary of the treachery and cruel deeds of those who had been his friends.
So he left them and took his wife and their 3 children and journeyed on until they found the spot near a clear stream where they began to cut down trees and make ready their wigwam.
For many years they lived peacefully and happily in this sheltered place, never leaving it except to hunt the wild animals which served them both for food and clothes.
At last however the strong man fell sick and before long he knew he must die. So he gathered his family round him and said his last words to them.
"you my wife, the companion of my days, will follow me er many moons have waned to the island of the blessed, but for you oh my children, who's lived are but newly begun, the wickedness, unkindness and ingratitude from which I fled are before you.
"yet I shall go hence in peace, my children, if you promise, always to lve each other and never to forsake your youngest brother.
"never,"they replied, holding out their hands.
And the hunter died content.
Scarcely eight moons had passed when just as he had said the wife went forth and followed her husband, but before leaving her children, she bade the 2 elder ones think of their promise, never to forsake the younger, for he was a child and was weak. And while the snow lay thick upon the ground, they tended him and cherished him, so that when the earth showed green again, the heart of the young man stirred within him, and he longed to see the wigwams of the village where his fathers youth was spent.
Therefore he opened all his heart to his sister, who answered:
My brother, I understand your longing for our fellow men, whom here we can not see,
but remember our fathers words, shall we now seek our own pleasures and forget the little one.