ome ash wood laid on it so
as to keep fire a long time, as ash burns very slowly and holds fire a
long time.

The third night the woman came again and sat down still nearer his bed.
She held her blanket open just a trifle, and he, catching up one of the
embers, flashed it in her face; jumping up she ran hurriedly out of the
tent. The next morning he noticed that his adopted sister kept her face
hidden with her blanket. She chanced to drop her blanket while in the
act of pouring out some soup, and when she did so he noticed a large
burned spot on her cheek.

He felt so sorry for what he had done that he could eat no breakfast,
but went outside and lay down under an oak tree. All day long he lay
there gazing up into the tree, and when he was called for supper he
refused, saying that he was not hungry, and for them not to bother him,
as he would soon get up and go to bed. Far into the night he lay thus,
and when he tried to arise he could not, as a small oak tree grew
through the center of his body and held him fast to the ground.

In the morning when the family awoke they found the girl had
disappeared, and on going outside the sister discovered her brother held
fast to the earth by an oak tree which grew very rapidly. In vain were
the best medicine men of the tribe sent for. Their medicine was of no
avail. They said: "If the tree is cut down the young man will die."

The sister was wild with grief, and extending her hands to the sun, she
cried: "Great Spirit, relieve my suffering brother. Any one who releases
him I will marry, be he young, old, homely or deformed."

Several days after the young man had met with the mishap, there came to
the tent a very tall man, who had a bright light encircling his body.
"Where is the girl who promised to marry any one who would release
her brother?" "I am the one," said the young man's sister. "I am the
all-powerful lightning and thunder. I see all things and can kill at one
stroke a whole tribe. When I make my voice heard the rocks shake loose
and go rattling down the hillsides. The brave warriors cower shivering
under some shelter at the sound of my voice. The girl whom you had
adopted as your sister was a sorceress. She bewitched your brother
because he would not let her make love to him. On my way here I met her
traveling towards the west, and knowing what she had done, I struck her
with one of my blazing swords, and she lies there now a heap of ashes. I
will now release your