whether I have come to life,
and be careful never to let the grass or weeds grow on my grave. Once
a month cover me with fresh earth. If you follow my instructions, you
will accomplish your object of doing good to your fellow-creatures by
teaching them the knowledge I now teach you." He then shook him by the
hand and disappeared.

In the morning the youth's father came with some slight refreshments,
saying, "My son, you have fasted long enough. If the Great Spirit will
favour you, he will do it now. It is seven days since you have tasted
food, and you must not sacrifice your life. The Master of Life does
not require that." "My father," replied the youth, "wait till the sun
goes down. I have a particular reason for extending my fast to that
hour." "Very well," said the old man. "I shall wait till the hour
arrives, and you feel inclined to eat."

At the usual hour of the day the sky visitor returned, and the trial
of strength was renewed. Although the youth had not availed himself of
his father's offer of food, he felt that new strength had been given
to him, and that exertion had renewed his strength and fortified his
courage. He grasped his angelic antagonist with supernatural strength,
threw him down, took from him his beautiful garments and plume, and
finding him dead, immediately buried him on the spot, taking all the
precautions he had been told of, and being very confident, at the same
time, that his friend would again come to life. He then returned to
his father's lodge, and partook sparingly of the meal that had been
prepared for him. But he never for a moment forgot the grave of his
friend. He carefully visited it throughout the spring, and weeded out
the grass, and kept the ground in a soft and pliant state. Very soon
he saw the tops of the green plumes coming through the ground; and the
more careful he was to obey his instructions in keeping the ground in
order, the faster they grew. He was, however, careful to conceal the
exploit from his father. Days and weeks had passed in this way. The
summer was now drawing toward a close, when one day, after a long
absence in hunting, Wunzh invited his father to follow him to the
quiet and lonesome spot of his former fast. The lodge had been
removed, and the weeds kept from growing on the circle where it stood,
but in its place stood a tall and graceful plant, with bright coloured
silken hair, surmounted with nodding plumes and stately leaves, and
golden clusters on ea