heavens."

Brave Heart did as he was told. Then he went to his canoe and paddled
back to his home.

He returned when the next moon was high in the heavens. He found the
plain covered with tender green plants. Near the edge of the forest
green vines were growing.

Brave Heart heard some one speaking from the ground.

"Come again, before the Moon of Falling Leaves," were the words he
heard.

One day, when the summer was nearly over, Brave Heart paddled his canoe
along the island as far as the plain.

It was almost time for the Moon of Falling Leaves.

There, near the spot where he had wrestled with the little man, stood a
field of ripe corn.

The red tassels nodded in the breezes, and the leaves rustled in the
wind.

Near the forest were great yellow pumpkins ripening on the vines.

Brave Heart pulled some ears of ripe corn and gathered some of the
pumpkins.