didnât want Little Spot to get over his fright so soon that he would forget the lesson he had learned. Then, too, she wanted him to get rested a little and get his wind back.
At last, she quieted Little Spotâs fears. âThose wolves did not chase you, my son,â said she. âThey chased the young caribou, and it is very fortunate for you that they did.â
âIâm sure I could run faster than those wolves,â said Little Spot boastfully.
âYes, you could,â replied his mother. âYou could run faster than they could for a while, but you do not know the patience of wolves, my dear. You would have run so hard and so fast that presently you would have tired yourself out so that the wolves would have had no trouble in catching you. Ever since you were a little fawn I have told you about the wolves, and that they are our worst enemies; but I donât think you ever have believed it. Now you have seen them and you know what they are like. The wolves are very smart people. They watch for a deer to stray away. Then they get between the herd and that deer. When this happens, that deer will not live long.â
âHave the deer always been afraid of the wolves?â asked Little Spot.
âEver since the days when the world was young,â replied his mother.
âTell me about the days when the world was young,â begged Little Spot.
For a few moments his mother said nothing. Gradually, into her big, dark eyes there crepta far-away look. âOnce upon a time,â she began at last, âthe world was mostly water, like the salt water that you saw in the summer,â
âBut where did the deer live then?â interrupted Little Spot.
âThere were no deer then,â said his mother. âThere were no deer and there were no wolves and there were none of those two-legged creatures called men. You see, Old Mother Nature had not made them yet, for there was no land for them to live on. But by and by there was land and then for a very long time Old Mother Nature was very, very busy making the different kinds of people to live on the land. Some of these people she made to live where it was summer all the year round.â
You should have seen Little Spotâs big ears prick up at that. âIs there such a place?â he cried.
His mother nodded. âYes,â said she, âI am told there is a land where it is summer all the time. How do you think you would like that?â
Little Spot thought it over for a moment.âI shouldnât like it,â he decided. âWhy, if it is summer all the time, there can be no snow! What a queer land it must be without the beautiful snow. I shouldnât like itâ
His mother again nodded her head approvingly. âNeither should I, my son,â said she. âBut it seems that in those days when the world was young, all the people, big and little, wanted to live where it was summer. So after awhile it became difficult for all the people to get food enough. It was then that the hard times began, and some of the big people began to hunt the little people for food.
âNow, it happened that Mr. and Mrs. Caribou, the first of all the caribou, had wandered beyond the land where it was summer all the time. They had come to the land where it was summer for half the year and winter for the other half. When the winter came, they moved back, because you see they were not fitted to make their living when snow covered the ground, and they were not clothed warmly enough to stand the bitter winds. But they always stayed as long as they could before moving south, for they loved the Northland.Then, too, they felt safer there, for there were fewer to hunt them.
âIt was on the edge of the Northland that Old Mother Nature found Mr. and Mrs. Caribou looking longingly at the land they must leave because of the coming of the snow and ice. âHow would you like to live in the Northland all of the time?â
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