“I will do that for you,” said the Wind. He took him by the hair, and pulled out all the feathers.
“Now we can visit the chief.”
When they reached the village and were going into “Māli Moninkwesswōl,” Mistress Molly Woodchuck’s hole, she shrieked aloud. By this the chief knew that she was visited by strangers, so he sent servants to learn who was there. They returned and said, “Two very handsome youths.”
At this, every young woman in the village went at once to see them, the chief’s daughters with the rest; and these latter fell in love with the strangers and married them.
Northwest Wind said to his new friend: “When we go with our wives to their father’s wigwam, they will put a Rabbit under your pillow, and under mine, a Bird; then I will turn myself into a Raven. Do you seize the Rabbit, I will take the Bird. Throw your arms about my neck, and hold fast to me.”
They did as he planned, and he flew out through the smoke-hole, crying: “ K’chī Jagawk.”
When he reached his grandfather, he found his wife there before him; for she had turned herself to Litŭswāgan, or Thought, the swiftest of all travellers.
The Eastern Star told Northwest Wind where he might find his father; then he took out his tobacco to fill his pipe.
“Oh, Grandpa, give me some of that.”
“No, my dear, I have had this ever since I was young, and I have but a small bit left.”