“Come,” cried the youth, “let us wrestle, and see who shall overcome.”
Then Wunzh sprang from his bed, for though his body was weak, his spirit was strong, and he grappled with the youth and they wrestled together.
At length the youth said, “That will do for to-day. You have wrestled well, though neither of us has overcome. I will return to-morrow.”
“HE GRAPPLED WITH THE YOUTH AND THEY WRESTLED TOGETHER”
And no sooner had he finished speaking than [!-- original location of illustration --] he vanished from the sight of Wunzh who dropped exhausted upon his bed.
The next day, at exactly the same hour, the youth came again, and so suddenly that it seemed to Wunzh he must have dropped from the sky.
Wunzh had less strength in his body than on the previous day, but he felt sure the stranger had been sent by the Great Spirit, and so he grappled with him again and wrestled well.
But as Wunzh’s strength was nearly gone, the young man said once more, “That will do for to-day. To-morrow I will return. ’Tis the last day of your fast. Be ready.”