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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
WITH DIFFICULTY THE PROFESSOR LIFTS OUT THE FIGURE
the trunk of an old spruce-tree. He had carved a little one — on a slender sapling — and White Arrow had been with him. Could it be — could it be that many moons had passed? Was he too late to find her ?
Onward he sped thru the forest, seeking neither trail nor path, but climbing with unerring instinct to the summit of the mountain where the village of his tribe had stood. As he neared the top the trees grew scarcer, and suddenly there stood before him a great white monster, larger than anything he had ever seen and taller even than the forest trees. Across the front were many totem poles, all white, and from every side great dark eyes peered down upon him searchingly.
As he stood there, bewildered, not knowing what to do or think, the strangers came hurrying up behind him, breathless from the climb. They led him up flat stones before a doorway and let him feel the smooth white totem poles. Then, suddenly, at his side sounded the voice of the Great Spirit ringing forth in tones of
ecstasy. From the depths of a mysterious horn it sounded, and Shooting Star, fearing to look down the pathway of the voice, sank upon his knees before it in the worship of his fathers.
When the voice had died away the strangers led him thru the doorway, showed him heads of deer and moose hanging on the walls, and great skins upon the floor. On they led him, new wonders rising at every turn, until they came to a great table, gleaming white, and glittering with bright objects, and in the center a tall basket filled with many strange-looking fruits. Around the basket burned four tiny torch-lights set in shiny sockets, as tho in homage to the Spirit of the Vintage. Suddenly a great light from above cast its rays upon him, burning steadily and blinding him with its glory.
Was this the Land of the Hereafter ? Had he journeyed to the place of the Departed Spirits ? No, no ; he would not stay — he must find White Arrow first; surely the Great Spirit would show him the way! — and he left the place of wonders and fled