Alas! She was not safe there, for a herd of buffaloes came rushing over the prairie.
Finally the Star Maiden thought of a place where she was sure she would be safe.
"I will live upon the lake," she said. "Canoes glide gently over the water, and I shall see the children at their play."
In the morning, hundreds of white flowers with hearts of gold floated upon the water.
The Star Maiden lived upon earth in the form of water lilies.
When the little man had finished telling the story of the lilies, he jumped into the water and disappeared.
"I shall always love the water lilies," said the Indian girl as she paddled away.
[WHERE GO THE BOATS]
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand,
It flows along forever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating--
Where will all come home?