He looked upon the beautiful maiden with a longing gaze; but she lay as cold and silent as when he had found her upon the scatfold.
"I will try," said Bokwewa.
These words had been scarcely breathed, when the young woman rose up, opened her eyes, and looked upon Bokwewa with a smile, as if she had known him before.
To Kwasynd she paid no heed whatever. But presently Bokwewa, seeing how she lingered in her gaze upon himself, said to her, "Sister, that is your husband," pointing to Kwasynd.
She listened to his voice, and crossing the lodge, sat by Kwasynd, and they were man and wife.
For a long time they all lived contentedly together. Bokwewa was very kind to his brother and sought to render his days happy. He was ever within the lodge, seeking to have it in readiness against the return of Kwasynd from the hunt. And by following his directions, which were those of one deeply skilled in the chase, Kwasynd always succeeded in returning with a good store of meat.
But the charge of the two brothers was greatly lightened by the presence of the spirit-wife; for without labor of the hand she ordered the lodge, and as she willed everything took its place and was at once in proper array. The wish of her heart seemed to control whatever she looked upon, and all obeyed her desire.
But to the surprise of her husband, she never partook of food, or shared in any way the longings and appetites of a mortal creature. She was never seen arranging her hair, like other women, nor did she work upon her garments, and yet they were ever seemly and without blemish or disorder.
Behold her at any hour, she was ever beautiful, and she seemed to need no ornament, or nourishment, or other aid, to give grace or strength to her looks.
Kwasynd, when the first wonder of her ways had passed, paid little heed to her discourse; he was engrossed with the hunt, and chose to be abroad, pursuing the wild game, or when in the lodge, enjoying its savory spoil, rather than the society of his spirit-wife.