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young woman inquired : " Is there anything we might give to induce 

 \'ou to let him go?" He said: "Yes; if each of you will give me 

 her sexual organ for a moccasin, I will let him go." On their con- 

 senting, he cut out with his knife what he wanted and put the moc- 

 casins on his feet; they fitted well. Immediately he was at home. 



In answer to his old uncle's inquiry he said : " I brought my brother 

 home, but let him go agairi ; the women gave me these beautiful 

 moccasins to get him back. I can do everything with them." After 

 a few days the little boy had such power because of his moccasins 

 that he told his uncle how the women were tormenting his brother, 

 and that he was resolved to rescue him. Bringing a lot of red- 

 willow twigs, he scraped off the bark, which he threw on the fife. 

 Then jumping into the rising smoke, he .shot off toward the west, 

 where he came down at the edge of a clearing in a great wood. 

 Just opposite, at the other end, was a Long Lodge, and at the right 

 hand, at the edge of the wood, was a small lodge, in which a grand- 

 mother lived with three grandchildren, a boy and two girls. 



After thinking a while, he said, " I will go over to the little lodge."' 

 Going there he met a boy of his own age and size, just like himself 

 in every way; half of his hair (the crown) was black and half (the 

 sides) red. "Oh! how do you do?" said the strange little boy. 

 "Who are you? You must be my brother?" The boys looked at 

 each other, and seeing that they were ju.st about the same size they 

 became brothers. " Now, you will come and live here with me, little 

 boy." said the lad; "I have two sisters and a grandmother; my 

 grandmother has gone out." 



When the old woman came home the little boy said, " I have a 

 brother here; he is going to live with us." " How could he live with 

 us, we are so poor? " said the grandmother. "I think he can; he is 

 poor himself and will be satisfied with what j'^ou have to give him," 

 replied the lad. At last she consented to let him stay. The other 

 boy, drawing near the old woman, asked : "Are you going to the chiefs 

 lodge? Have you heard what is going on there?" "Oh, yes!" 

 said the old woman ; " the chief's two daughters brought a man from 

 the east, froni that great wampum people; they hung him up last 

 night and madfe him cry. His tears are wampum. Tonight they will 

 do the same thing." " Can we not go over there ? '' a.'-ked the boy. 

 "I suppose so," said his grandmother; "I will get some wampum." 



AVhen evening came the old woman, her grandchildren, and the 

 little boy went to the Long Lodge. The people had already assem- 

 bled, and the man was hanging from a post. The two sisters were 

 sitting on couches, one on each side. The boy said to his friend, 

 "Now we will get some dry rushes to light the pipes of the chiefs 

 and of the people standing around, if they will let us in." 



