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Updated: September 6, 2025
He had been watching us all the time, and would not have moved had we kept to the road. The wonderful part of this is, not that he resembled the round stones and dry grass, but that he knew he did, and was ready to profit by it. We soon found that it was Scarface and his wife Vixen that had made our woods their home and our barnyard their base of supplies.
Across this water is the home of that Above Person. Get on our backs, and we will take you there." Scarface stood up. Now he felt strong and full of courage. He waded out into the water and lay down on the swans' backs, and they swam away.
But Scarface called to him, "Oh, cunning striped face! I wish to speak with you." The badger put his head out of the hole and said, "What do you want, my brother?" "I wish to find the Sun's home," said Scarface. "I wish to speak with him." "I do not know where he lives," answered the badger. "I never travel very far. Over there in the timber is the wolverene.
So he sat down to rest "Hai'-yu! Hai'-yu!" he cried. "Wolverine, take pity on me. My food is gone, my moccasins worn out. Now I must die." "What is it, my brother?" he heard, and looking around, he saw the animal sitting near. "She whom I would marry," said Scarface, "belongs to the Sun; I am trying to find where he lives, to ask him for her." "Ah!" said the wolverine. "I know where he lives.
"But did you not touch them?" asked the young man. "No; I thought some one had left them there, so I did not take them." "You are not a thief," said the young man. "What is your name?" "Scarface." "Where are you going?" "To the Sun." "My name," said the young man, "is A-pi-su'-ahts . The Sun is my father; come, I will take you to our lodge.
"I am here," replied Scarface, "to die. Far away, in my country, is a beautiful girl. I want to marry her, but she belongs to the Sun. So I started to find him and ask for her. I have travelled many days. My food is gone. I cannot go back. I cannot cross this big water, so I am going to die." "No," said the swans; "it shall not be so. Across this water is the home of that Above Person.
His mother and the other cub had long since joined the pack, but for some reason the white wolf kept to himself. When the rallying call reached his ears on a still winter night, it ran like fire through his veins; yet he did not answer the call and morning invariably found him curled up in the old den, high on the shoulder of Scarface.
With mouth opened nearly to his ears, though not at all winded, he panted noisily for a moment, or rather he laughed gleefully, just as a dog laughs by grinning and panting. Old Scarface wriggled in huge enjoyment as the hound puzzled over the trail so long that when he did find it, it was so stale he could barely follow it, and did not feel justified in tonguing on it at all.
This fox had been called 'Scarface, because of a scar reaching from his eye through and back of his ear; this was supposed to have been given him by a barbed-wire fence during a rabbit hunt, and as the hair came in white after it healed it was always a strong mark. The winter before I had met with him and had had a sample of his craftiness.
One night he came to the home of a wolf. "Hah!" said the wolf; "what are you doing so far from your home?" "I am looking for the place where the Sun lives," replied Scarface. "I have been sent to speak with him." "I have travelled over much country," said the wolf; "I know all the prairies, the valleys, and the mountains; but I have never seen the Sun's home. But wait a moment.
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