“This was soon answered by a bear who had been caught when young and kept captive for a couple of years in the wigwam of one of their enemies.  He had often seen the process of making bows, and he was now able to tell all about it, and even to do the work himself.  It was not long before the first bow, with some arrows, was manufactured, and there was great excitement when the first trial of it was made.  A large strong bear was selected to shoot the first arrow.  To their great disappointment the trial was not a success, for it was found that when the bear let the arrow fly, after drawing back the bow, his long claws caught in the string and spoiled the shot.  Other bears tried, but they all had long claws, and they all failed.  Then some one suggested that this difficulty could be overcome by their cutting off their long claws.  But here the chairman, the white bear, interposed, saying that it was very necessary that they should have their long claws in order to climb trees, or up steep rocky places.  ’It is better,’ said he, ’for us to trust to our claws and teeth than to man’s weapons, which certainly were not designed for us.’

“The bears remained in council until they got very hungry, but think as much as they might they could not devise any satisfactory plan, for they are stupid animals after all, and they dispersed to their different homes no better able to fight the human race than before.

“Then the deer next held a council.  Representatives of all the different kinds of deer, from the great elk and moose down to the smallest species in existence, assembled in a beautiful forest glade.  The moose was selected as chief.  After a long discussion it was resolved that in revenge for man’s tyranny they would inflict rheumatism, lumbago, and similar diseases upon every hunter who should kill one of their number unless he took great care to ask pardon for the offense.  That is the reason why so many hunters say, just before they shoot, ’I beg your pardon, Mr. Deer, but shoot you I must, for I want your flesh for food.’  They know that if they do this they are safe.

“The Cree legend is that it is the bear that has to be propitiated by gentlemanly expressions when he is being approached to be killed.  I well remember being with a couple of hunters closely following up a bear, and just before they fired they kept saying, ’Excuse us for shooting you, Brother Bear, but we must do it.  We want your warm fur robe, our families want your meat, our girls want your grease to put on their heads, so you must excuse us, Brother Bear.  Please do, Brother Bear; please do.’  Thus they went on at a great rate until he was killed.

“But many forget it, and the spirit of their chief knows it and is angry, and he strikes those hunters, or their relatives, down with rheumatism or some other painful disease.