ugh for his family. But though needy he was kind and
contented, and always gave thanks to the Great Spirit for everything
that he received. His eldest son, Wunzh, was likewise kind and gentle
and thankful of heart, and he longed greatly to do something for his
people.

The time came that Wunzh reached the age when every Indian boy fasts so
that he may see in a vision the Spirit that is to be his guide through
life. Wunph's father built him a little lodge apart, so that the boy
might rest there undisturbed during his days of fasting. Then Wunzh
withdrew to begin the solemn rite.

On the first day he walked alone in the woods looking at the flowers and
plants, and filling his mind with the beautiful images of growing things
so that he might see them in his night-dreams. He saw how the flowers
and herbs and berries grew, and he knew that some were good for food,
and that others healed wounds and cured sickness. And his heart was
filled with even a greater longing to do something for his family and
his tribe.

"Truly," thought he, "the Great Spirit made all things. To Him we owe
our lives. But could He not make it easier for us to get our food than
by hunting and catching fish? I must try to find this out in my vision."

So Wunzh returned to his lodge and fasted and slept. On the third day he
became weak and faint. Soon he saw in a vision a young brave coming down
from the sky and approaching the lodge. He was clad in rich garments of
green and yellow colors. On his head was a tuft of nodding green plumes,
and all his motions were graceful and swaying.

"I am sent to you, O Wunzh," said the sky-stranger, "by that Great
Spirit who made all things in sky and earth. He has seen your fasting,
and knows how you wish to do good to your people, and that you do not
seek for strength in war nor for the praise of warriors. I am sent to
tell you how you may do good to your kindred. Arise and wrestle with me,
for only by overcoming me may you learn the secret."

Wunzh, though he was weak from fasting, felt courage grow in his heart,
and he arose and wrestled with the stranger. But soon he became weaker
and exhausted, and the stranger, seeing this, smiled gently on him and
said: "My friend, this is enough for once, I will come again to-morrow."
And he vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.

The next day the stranger came, and Wunzh felt himself weaker than
before; nevertheless he rose and wrestled bravely. Then the stranger
sp