as happy as children. As the days
and weeks went by, they seemed to grow happier still. But one night
the magician saw his old father look in his tobacco-pouch and then sigh.

"I know what it is you want, my father, it is tobacco; you have not had
any for many moons. Now I shall get some."

"How can you do that?" asked the father, in surprise. "You are
surrounded by enemies and cut off from all supplies."

"I shall make my enemies give me some," said the magician.

That night he set out on a long journey across the frozen lake. So
swiftly did he travel, that by morning he had reached the village of
his enemies. They were surprised to see him, but invited him into
their lodges. "I thank you," he said, "but I shall not go into any
lodge. I shall build a fire on the shore of the lake."

He made himself a tent with the branches of trees, built a fire, and
sat beside it.

"Why have you come to visit us?" asked the chief.

"I want some tobacco for my father," replied the magician.

"Is that all?" said the Indian. "You shall have it;" and he opened his
tobacco-pouch and gave some tobacco to Masswaweinini. The other
Indians did the same, so now the magician had a large supply to take
home. When it became dark, he lay down to sleep beside his fire. In
the middle of the night, the chief and some Indians rushed in,
shouting, "You are a dead man."

"No, I am not," said the magician, "but you are." With his tomahawk he
hit left and right. In a few minutes six lay dead beside him. Then he
wrapped his blanket around him, gathered up his tobacco, and set off.
By evening he had reached his father's lodge, and spread out his gift
before him. The old man was delighted with the present, and thanked
him many times for his kindness. When spring came, the magician built
a beautiful lodge for his parents on the edge of the wrestling ground,
and all through the summer they watched the corn and pumpkins grow.

THE FAIRIES' CLIFF

An Indian chief once had ten daughters. They were all very beautiful,
especially the youngest. When they grew to be women, nine of them
married handsome, young warriors. But the youngest maiden would not
listen to any of the young men who came to see her at her father's
lodge. After a while, she married an old man with gray hair, and so
feeble that he could hardly walk. Her father and sisters were very
angry, but she would not listen to them. She said only, "I am very
happy, an