out tomorrow and see your locomotive."
8 So it was, the next day The First Speaker, Bold Fox, and many of his
Councilmen rode out to see this new invention. Whistling Dove sat them
all down on a bank near some tracks, picked up a flag, and waved it back
and forth. A man on a hill a short distance away signaled with another
flag, and off in the distance they heard a whistling sound, then a strange ''Chug, chug, chug," clanging, and, banging.
9 Then, around the bend smoke puffing from a pipe on its top, and steam
hissing from its sides, came the locomotive, hauling many
strange-looking carts behind it, full of ore. The Councilmen were
amazed. When it came to a stop beside them, Trusting Fox walked around
it. He climbed up and looked into the fire box. "Never," he cried,
"have I seen anything so marvelous! How fast will it go?"
10 "About twenty-five miles an hour," boasted Whistling Dove.
11 "Impossible!" cried one of the Councilmen. "No living thing can
travel that fast and survive! What you say is foolishness!"
12 "Tell you what," suggested Whistling Dove, "the car behind the wood
wagon is empty. I've had seats put in it. How would you like to have a
ride? It's twelve miles to the village, and twelve miles back. I can
have you there and back within an hour."
13 "Not me," the Councilman insisted, "I'm not going to get killed!"
14 "All right," agreed Trusting Fox. "You can stay and time us. I'm
going to stay up here and watch!"
15 Everyone else climbed up in the cart that Whistling Dove called a
car. The locomotive chugged and started to roll down the tracks. The
unbelieving Councilman sat down and began to grieve for the