For those, then, who think themselves hunters and woodmen,
let this be a test and standard: Can you go forth alone into
the wilderness where there is game, take only a bow and arrows for
weapons, and travel afoot 250 miles, living on the country as you go?



Chapter 10. Rolf Works Out with Many Results

He is the dumbest kind of a dumb fool that ain't king in some little
corner. -- Sayings of Si Sylvanne

THE man who has wronged you will never forgive you, and he who has
helped you will be forever grateful. Yes, there is nothing that
draws you to a man so much as the knowledge that you have helped him.

Quonab helped Rolf, and so was more drawn to him than to many of the
neighbours that he had known for years; he was ready to like him.
Their coming together was accidental, but it was soon very clear
that a friendship was springing up between them. Rolf was too much
of a child to think about the remote future; and so was Quonab. Most
Indians are merely tall children.

But there was one thing that Rolf did think of -- he had no right to
live in Quonab's lodge without contributing a fair share of the things
needful. Quonab got his living partly by hunting, partly by fishing,
partly by selling baskets, and partly by doing odd jobs for the
neighbours. Rolf's training as a loafer had been wholly neglected,
and when he realized that he might be all summer with Quonab he said