'„y;^'S] FICTION 227 



WTien the old woman came to the Long Lodge she asked whether 

 she might not have a chance to get some wampum. They asked the 

 chief, who said, " Yes; she is a good woman. Let her have a chance, 

 too." "My little grandson and his friend," said the old woman, 

 " will come in and carry lights to those who want to smoke." "' Oh, 

 yes," said the chief, " let the little boys come." 



As they went into the lodge the young man who was tied to the 

 post smiled when he saw his brother. All who saw him wondered 

 what the man was smiling at. Presently the chief gave orders to apply 

 the firebrands. Thereupon they burned him on one side and then 

 on the other; he cried bitterly, and as the tears fell they turned into 

 wampum beads, falling in a shower. All the people ran to collect the 

 wampum, and the old grandmother got some too. After the man had 

 cried a while they rested and smoked.^* When the order was given to 

 begin the torture a second time, the little brother gave one moccasin to 

 his fi'iend and kept the otiier himself. As they were about to begin 

 the burning he said to the boy, " Now stick your foot into the fire." 

 AVhen he did so, one of the sisters screamed, as though in the agony 

 of death, and never stopped until the boy took out his foot. All the 

 people wondered what was the matter, but she would not tell. 



Again, as they were going to apply the fire to the man, the little 

 nephew put his foot into the fire and the other sister screamed in 

 terrible pain. After they had gotten some wampum and rested, the 

 boy said, " Let them all sleep soundly." His grandmother and the 

 little boy went outside with his friend, and the grandmother said, too, 

 " Let them all sleep soundly." When all were asleei3 the lad cut 

 down his brother, whom he took outside; then, walking around the 

 lodge, he said, " Let this lodge be turned into flint and let it become 

 red-hot." At once this came to pass and all within the lodge were 

 burned up. " Now," said the boy, " I think you would better come 

 home with me, grandmother' ; you would be a good wife for my 

 uncle." 



All went to the uncle's lodge, where they found him crying for his 

 lost nephew. He had been tormented by foxes, who had knocked at 

 the door, saying, " We have come, uncle." After the nephews and 

 the rest of the company had come into the old uncle's lodge, a fox 

 who did not know of the new arrivals knocked at the door, saying. 

 "Uncle, I have come." "Let him in," said the boy, while all hid 

 themselves. On coming in the fox ran toward the fire to get ashes 

 to throw into the old man's face, but the boy caught him. Saying, 

 " Oh, you rascal ! I will fix you now," he tied together the fox's fore- 

 legs with a bark rope and hung him up; thereupon the tears came 

 out of his eyes, his face and — [Here the story ends abru^Jtly.] 



