The sun, now well toward the western hori-
zon, cast over snow-covered plains a purplish
light. No living creature was in sight and the
quest seemed hopeless, but Anookasan was not
one to accept defeat.
"There may be an outlook from yonder hill
which will turn failure into success," he thought,
as he dug his heels into the sides of his faith-
ful nag. At the same time he started a
"Strong Heart" song to keep his courage up!
At the summit of the ascent he paused and
gazed steadily before him. At the foot of the
next coteau he beheld a strip of black. He
strained his eyes to look, for the sun had al-
ready set behind the hilltops. It was a great
herd of buffaloes, he thought, which was graz-
ing on the foot-hills.
"Hi hi, uncheedah! Hi, hi, tunkasheedah!"
he was about to exclaim in gratitude, when,
looking more closely, he discovered his mistake.
The dark patch was only timber.
His horse could not carry him any further,
so he got off and ran behind him toward the
river.
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