“What is your name?” Wahkandee asked the girl who sat at the front door.
“My name is ‘The-one-who-sees-all-things-to-come,’ ” said the girl.
“Have you seen the one who owns the flying moccasins?” asked Wahkandee.
“I look before. I cannot tell what has gone,” said the maiden.
Wahkandee walked to the other door and faced the other Indian girl.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“My name is ‘The-one-who-sees-all-things-that-have-gone.’ ”
“Can you see the hunter who slew my brother?” asked Wahkandee.
“I can only see moose bones lying on the ground. You are hungry. Take the moose meat that hangs here on the trees and eat. Our father will make you welcome. You can see his bow and arrows. He will come. You can sleep by the bones of the moose.”
While Wahkandee slept the wigwam was lifted from its place and it floated away. The stump stretched out its arms and became a great manitou. The magic moccasins had changed into the maidens. They now became moccasins again. One was turned toward the east, and one toward the west.