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Now Master Lox, having taken down the younger sister with all the politeness in the world, came for the other, and aided her also to descend. And when on the ground she indeed said, “Willcr-oon” “I thank you” (P.), but begged him to go up the tree again and bring down a great treasure which she had left there, her hair-string: beseeching him for all their lives not to break or injure it in any way, but to most carefully untie every knot, for thus doing it would bring untold felicity on them all; and that they, the Weasels, would meantime build a beautiful bridal bower, or a wigwam, and that so furnished as he had never seen the like before,–in which verily they kept their word.

For they speedily built the wigwam, but the furniture thereof was of this rare kind. The Weasels had, it seems, certain sworn friends,–for birds of a feather flock together,–and these were not far to seek, as they were the Thorns, Burrs, and Briers of all kinds, Hornets and other winged and stinged insects, besides the Ants. And they were, moreover, intimate with all the sharp-edged Flints in the land, which was a goodly company. So when the bower was built it had therein a hornet’s nest for a bridal bed, thorns for a carpet, flints for a floor, and an ant’s nest for a seat, which for a bare-footed and bare-breeched Indian is indeed a sore essay. Now it had taken Master Lox the entire day to untie the hair-string, so when he came down it was dark, and he was glad when he saw the hut and thought of resting therein.

But, as he entered, he ran among the Thorns, which pierced his nose, and Flints, which cut his feet, so that he roared aloud. Then he heard a voice, which seemed to be that of the younger Miss Weasel, crying “Names-cole” (M.), “Go to my sister, yonder!” So he went, and trod in an ant-hill, and this was worse than the Briers. And then he heard another voice on that side which cried, laughing, “N’kwech-kale!” (M.), “Go to my sister, who is younger than I.” And plunging furiously through the darkness, he fell on the hornet’s nest; and verily the last state of that Indian was worst of all. Thus, seeing himself mocked, he became furious; so that he who has by nature the very worst temper of all beasts or men was never so angry before, and, seeking the tracks of the Weasels, he pursued them as they fled in the night and through the thick forest.

Now it came to pass that by daybreak the two girls, even the Misses Weasel, had come to a broad river which they could not cross. But In The edge of the water stood a large Crane, motionless, or the Tum-gwo-lig-unach, who was the ferryman. Now truly this is esteemed to be the least beautiful of all the birds, for which cause he is greedy of good words and fondest of flattery. And of all beings there were none who had more bear’s oil ready to anoint every one’s hair with–that is to say, more compliments ready for everybody–than the Weasels. So, seeing the Crane, they sang:–

“Wa wela quis kip pat kasqu’,
Wa wela quis kip pat kasqu’.” (P.)

The Crane has a very beautiful long neck,
The Crane has a very beautiful long neck.

This charmed the old ferryman very much, and when they said, “Please, grandfather, hurry along,” he came quickly. Seeing this, they began to chant in chorus, sweetly as the Seven Stars themselves:–

“Wa wela quig nat kasqu’,
Wa wela quig nat kasqu’.” (P.)

The Crane has very beautiful long legs,
The Crane has very beautiful long legs.

Hearing this, the good Crane wanted more; so when they asked him to give them a lift across, he answered slowly that to do so he must be well paid, but that good praise would answer as well. Now they who had abundance of this and to spare for everybody were these very girls. “Have I not a beautiful form?” he inquired; and they both cried aloud, “Oh, uncle, it is indeed beautiful!” “And my feathers?” “Ah, pegeakopchu” (M.), “Beautiful and straight feathers indeed!” “And have I not a charming long, straight neck?” “Truly our uncle has it straight and long.” “And will ye not acknowledge, oh, maidens, that my legs are fine?” “Fine! oh, uncle, they are perfection. Never in this life did we see such legs!” So being well pleased, the Crane put them across, and then the two little Weasels scampered like mice into the bush.