Wiske'djak was always in trouble. One time he was going along the shore of a big lake carrying a big pail. He felt very hungry and was looking for something to eat. Pretty soon he saw a lot of clumps of high-bush cranberries and commenced to eat from one little clump to another. Then he remembered his pail. Said be, If I could pick my pail full, I would have a good supply to last me a long while. So he began filling his pail, and as he went on he got into some big clumps. Suddenly he saw a big Bear sitting down among some bushes, every little while rubbing his eyes and picking out his paws as though something was hurting his eyes. Wiske°djak watched him a while and thought how nice it would be to kill him. What a big supply of food he would have then to fill his pail with! So he went up to the bear and said, Hello, Bear! What's the matter with you? The Bear answered, Oh! My eyes are so sore, and I can't see where to go. I just wish somebody would help me. Well, come along with me. I will help you. I know where to get some fine medicine that will fix you up all right. Very well, said the bear.