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old woman tliought, " Who said that ? " and, on looking up, she saw 

 the chief of the village, whereupon she asked, "Why are you here'^ 

 I never saw you near me before." " I came to cheer you up," he 

 replied. "Very well," said the widow, "but tell your daughter to 

 stop crying. I thought it was the rule to cry, for when she got here 

 she began to do so." The chief said to his daughter: "Stop crying! 

 It is not right for you to cry. If you do not stop, I will cut your 

 head off." Being afraid, she stopped. Doonongaes cried on as 

 before until finally the old woman said, " My grandson, every one 

 has stopped crying; so do not cry." He paid no heed. The chief 

 tried to stop him, but he cried the more, and continued to cry until 

 morning. He was sitting on a block with his elbows on his knees 

 and his head resting on the palms of his hands. In the morning 

 his companions saw a great pile of wampum in front of hnn. All 

 his tears were beautiful wampum. The chief asked : " What are 

 those things? Are they not good for something'^ " " Yes," replied 

 Doonongaes, " if they are strung together. If a man is sad and 

 cries, and a string of them is given to him, all will be well again." 

 Doonongaes had now stopped crying. The chief said, " I want you 

 to be the chief of this place, and I will be the second, or vice, chief." 

 Doonongaes sat with drooping head for a while, after which, look- 

 ing up, he said : " I do not want to be a chief. I am great enovigh 

 now. I am known everywhere. I am second in magic power in the 

 entire world — that is enough for me." The chief asked, " Do you 

 know who is first in magic power in this world?" "I do," he i-e- 

 plied. " Who is he? " was the next question. " Tsodiqgwadon, who 

 lives at Dedyosdenhon," he answered. " Very well," said the chief, 

 " I can say no more. I will go home, taking my daughter with me." 

 " Yes ; go ! I do not want you here," Doonongaes added. 



The chief and his daughter then returned home, whereupon Doon- 

 ongaes began to laugh. The old woman asked, " AVhy do you 

 laugh?" "Oh! I am laughing at the chief, for his daughter very 

 much wants to get married." The old woman replied. " You would 

 better stop laughing and appoint some one to marry her instead of 

 yourself " " Well, grandmother, you must go and find some poor 

 man to marry her," said Doonongaes. " Very well, grandson. I will 

 go to a ' Shabby Man ' who lives on the other side of the village 

 and speak to him about it." When she got to the place she said to 

 the " Shabby Man," " I have come to have you marry? " " Who would 

 marry me? Nobody wants me," said the man. "Oh, yes! I can 

 find you a wife, a beautiful one, too," was her answer. The " Shabby 

 Man " said, "All right," and went home with the old woman. Doon- 

 ongaes asked : "Are you the man? Do you want to marry? " " Yes. 

 I should like to marry, if anybody would have me," replied the man. 

 Doonongaes said to the M'idow's granddaughter, " Go to the chief and 



