"Non-pimatissit," which means, "He is not among the living." However,
Astumastao and her aunt had none of these foolish notions, especially
as, since the sad event, the aunt had eagerly drunk in air the
information she could get from her niece, who now had none in the wigwam
to crush her song or quiet her speech.

As Astumastao had a double object in view, she willingly, at the request
of her aunt, described the scene as we have already done. She dwelt
fully upon Kistayimoowin calling for her to sing, and his longing to
learn all he could about the name of Jesus. The recital produced a deep
impression upon Oowikapun, and brought up all the memories of his own
darkness and mental disquietude, while, month after month, he had been
groping along in his vain attempts to find soul-happiness.

During this interview she told him how she and her aunt had tried ever
since her uncle's death to live in the way of the book of heaven; but
that they knew so little, and there were so many mysteries and
perplexities all around them, that they were at times much discouraged.
Yet there was one thing that they had resolved upon, and that was never
to go back to the old pagan religion of their forefathers, for they were
happier in their minds now, with the glimmering light of the white man's
way, than ever they had been in their lives before.

Oowikapun listened and was encouraged. He told them fully of his own
troubles, for he felt he had for the first time sympathetic listeners.
When he described his various methods to get peace and quiet from his
fears and anxieties, and referred to the ceremony of torture through
which he had gone, Astumastao's eyes seemed to flash at first with
indignation, and then to fill up with tears. Strong words seemed about
to come from her lips, but with an effort she controlled herself, and
remained quiet.

Very frequently did Oowikapun find his way to the wigwam where dwelt
these two women, and doubtless many were the things about which they
talked.

For a time he visited the snares and traps and brought in the game. One
day he returned with the splendid black fox which Astumastao had tried
so hard to capture. For this they gratefully thanked him, as well as
for the great, tawny skin of the catamount, which he had carefully
prepared as a splendid rug, and spread out for them in their wigwam.

The wounded arm was now completely healed, and the business which
Oowikapun had used as his excuse for