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The Red Swan smiled kindly on Maidwa, who advanced and greeted her. Hand in hand they took their way forth from the lodge, and, watched by the young magician, advanced across the prairie on their homeward course.

They traveled slowly, and looked with double joy on the beautiful country over which they had both so lately passed with hearts ill at ease.

After two or three days they reached the lodge of the third old man who had entertained him with the singing kettle; but the kettle was not there. The old man, nevertheless, received them very kindly, and said to Maidwa, “You see what your perseverance has secured you; do so always, and you will succeed in whatever you undertake.”

On the following morning, when they were about to start, he pulled from the side of the lodge a bag, which he presented to Maidwa, saying, “Grandchild, I give you this; it contains a present for you; and I hope you will live happily till old age.”

Bidding him farewell, they again set forward; and they soon came to the second old man’s lodge; he also gave them a present and bestowed his blessing. Nor did Maidwa see any thing here of the frisky little kettle which had been so lively on his former visit.

As they went on and came to the lodge of the first old man, their reception and farewell were the same; and when Maidwa glanced to the corner, the silent kettle, which had been the first acquaintance he had made in that family on his travels, was not there. The old man smiled when he discovered the direction of Maidwa’s glance, but he said nothing.

When, on continuing their journey, they at last approached the first town which Maidwa had passed in his pursuit, the watchman gave notice as before, and he was shown into the chief’s lodge.

“Sit down there, son-in-law,” said the chief, pointing to a place near his daughter. “And you also,” he said to the Red Swan.

The chief’s daughter was engaged in coloring a girdle, and, as if indifferent to these visitors, she did not even raise her head. Presently the chief said, “Let some one bring in the bundle of our son-in-law.”

When the bundle was laid before him, Maidwa opened one of the bags which had been given to him. It was filled with various costly articles–wampum, robes, and trinkets, of much richness and value; these, in token of his kindness, he presented to the chief. The chief’s daughter stole a glance at the costly gifts, then at Maidwa and his beautiful wife. She stopped working, and was silent and thoughtful all the evening. The chief himself talked with Maidwa of his adventures, congratulated him on his good fortune, and concluded by telling him that he should take his daughter along with him in the morning.

Maidwa said “Yes.”

The chief then spoke up, saying, “Daughter, be ready to go with him in the morning.”

Now it happened when the chief was thus speaking that there was a foolish fellow in the lodge, who had thought to have got this chief’s daughter for a wife; and he jumped up, saying:

“Who is he,” looking grimly at Maidwa, “that he should take her for a few presents? I will kill him.”

And he raised a knife which he had in his hand, and gave it a mighty flourish in the air. He kept up this terrible flourish till some one came and pulled him back to his seat, which he had been waiting for, and then he sat quiet enough.

Amid the greetings of their new friends, Maidwa and the Red Swan, with the chief’s daughter, took their leave by peep of day, and toward evening they reached the other town. The watchman gave the signal, and numbers of men, women and children stood out to see them. They were again shown into the chief’s lodge, who welcomed him, saying:

“Son-in-law, you are welcome.”