Every part of the animals was put to some use.
The days of the long, cold winter were at hand, and all must work
busily. Timid Hare had much to do, but sometimes she was allowed to
play outside of the tepee with other children; they were kinder to her
now that she lived in the chief's home. She had plenty to eat, and
Sweet Grass and her mother treated her well, but she longed for
something that was lacking here but was freely given in the old home:
it was love.
The snow fell thick and fast. It covered the prairie for miles in
every direction. In some places it was deeper than Timid Hare was
tall. A thick crust formed over the top.
Young Antelope set to work to make himself new snowshoes. As he bent
the hoops for the frames and crossed them with networks of leather
strings. Timid Hare looked on with longing. She had had snowshoes of
her own before, and she had enjoyed skimming over the snow fields on
them, but they were far away--very far away.
"I will help you make some shoes," Young Antelope told her, when he
caught the look. "You can do the easy part, and I will do the hard.
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