, and were
in great sorrow for their son, whom they supposed to be lost. One and
another of the young men had presented themselves to the disconsolate
parents, and said, "Look up, I am your son." Having been often deceived
in this manner, when their own son actually presented himself, they sat
with their heads down, and with their eyes nearly blinded with weeping.
It was some time before they could be prevailed upon to bestow a glance
upon him. It was still longer before they recognized him for their son;
when he recounted his adventures they believed him mad. The young men
laughed at him. He left the lodge and soon returned with his trophy. It
was soon recognized. All doubts of the reality of his adventures now
vanished. He was greeted with joy and placed among the first warriors of
the nation. He finally became a chief, and his family were ever after
respected and esteemed.

THE WHITE STONE CANOE.

There was once a very beautiful young girl, who died suddenly on the
day she was to have been married to a handsome young man. He was also
brave, but his heart was not proof against this loss. From the hour she
was buried, there was no more joy or peace for him. He went often to
visit the spot where the women had buried her, and sat musing there,
when, it was thought, by some of his friends, he would have done better
to try to amuse himself in the chase, or by diverting his thoughts in
the war-path. But war and hunting had both lost their charms for him.
His heart was already dead within him. He pushed aside both his
war-club and his bow and arrows.

He had heard the old people say, that there was a path that led to the
land of souls, and he determined to follow it. He accordingly set out,
one morning, after having completed his preparations for the journey.
At first he hardly knew which way to go. He was only guided by the
tradition that he must go south. For a while he could see no change in
the face of the country. Forests, and hills, and valleys, and streams
had the same looks which they wore in his native place. There was snow
on the ground, when he set out, and it was sometimes seen to be piled
and matted on the thick trees and bushes. At length it began to
diminish, and finally disappeared. The forest assumed a more cheerful
appearance, and the leaves put forth their buds, and before he was
aware of the completeness of the change, he found himself surrounded by
spring. He had left behind him the land of sn