e that he had taken the right path, for the aged man had told him
this. There were also shining paddles. He immediately entered the
canoe, and took the paddles in his hands, when, to his joy and
surprise, on turning round he beheld the object of his search in
another canoe, exactly its counterpart in everything. She had exactly
imitated his motions, and they were side by side.

They at once pushed out from shore and began to cross the lake. Its
waves seemed to be rising, and at a distance looked ready to swallow
them up; but just as they entered the whitened edge of them they
seemed to melt away, as if they were but the images of waves. But no
sooner was one wreath of foam passed, than another, more threatening
still, arose.

Thus they were in perpetual fear; and what added to it, was the
_clearness of the water_, through which they could see heaps of beings
who had perished before, and whose bones lay strewed on the bottom of
the lake. The Master of Life had, however, decreed to let them pass,
for the actions of neither of them had been bad. But they saw many
others struggling and sinking in the waves. Old and young of all ages
and ranks, were there: some passed and some sank. It was only the
little children whose canoes seemed to meet no waves.

At length every difficulty was gone, as in a moment, and they both
leaped out on the happy island. They felt that the very air was food.
It strengthened and nourished them. They wandered together over the
blissful fields, where every thing was formed to please the eye and
the ear. There were no tempests--there was no ice, no chilly winds--no
one shivered for the want of warm clothes: no one suffered hunger--no
one mourned for the dead. They saw no graves. They heard of no wars.
There was no hunting of animals; for the air itself was their food.
Gladly would the young warrior have remained there forever, but he was
obliged to go back for his body. He did not see the Master of Life,
but he heard his voice in a soft breeze.

"Go back," said this voice, "to the land from whence you came. Your
time has not yet come. The duties for which I made you, and which
you are to perform, are not yet finished. Return to your people, and
accomplish the duties of a good man. You will be the ruler of your
tribe for many days. The rules you must observe will be told you by my
messenger, who keeps the gate. When he surrenders back your body, he
will tell you what to do. Listen to him and you s