Wassamo promised to obey, and set out with his wife. When he was near his village, he left her in a thicket and advanced alone. As he did so, who should he meet but his cousin.
“Netawis, Netawis,” cried his cousin, “you have come just in time to save me!”
Then he ran off to the lodge of Wassamo’s parents.
“I have seen him,” said he, “whom you accuse me of having killed. He will be here in a few minutes.”
All the village was soon in a bustle, and Wassamo and his wife excited universal attention, and the people strove who should entertain them best. So the time passed happily till the season came that Wassamo and his wife should return to the spirits. Netawis accompanied them to the shores of the lake, and would have gone with them to their strange abode, but Wassamo sent him back. With him Wassamo took offerings from the Indians to his father-in-law.
The old spirit was delighted to see the two return, and he was also much pleased with the presents Wassamo brought. He told his son-in-law that he and his wife should go once more to visit his people.
“It is merely,” said he, “to assure them of my friendship, and to bid them farewell for ever.”
Some time afterwards Wassamo and his wife made this visit. Having delivered his message, he said—
“I must now bid you all farewell for ever.”
His parents and friends raised their voices in loud lamentation, and they accompanied him and his wife to the sand-banks to see them take their departure.