WONDER TALES OF THE FOREST 85

When the chief awoke he went to the door of the Wigwam, and drew aside the blanket, and looked to the east. There, before him, was a green, level field. The high mountain had disappeared.

“This brave has greater magical power than I. He shall be my son-in—law,” he cried. “Go call him, and tell him to come to me.”

This time Noojekesigunodasit obeyed. He went to the chief. But the old man was crafty; and he was not to be easily beaten. He had another task ready for Noojekesigunodasit. It happened that he was at war with a power- ful tribe in the neighbourhood, and he thought that if he could use this strange young brave in the war, he might perhaps succeed in getting him killed. So he said:

“I wish to take the village of the enemy by surprise and destroy it.”

“All right,” said Noojekesigunodasit. “I will go with you. Get your warriors together, and we will start out to-morrow.”

The chief prepared for a start early in the morning; but in the night Noojekesigunodasit set out alone, and walked until he came within sight of the village of the enemy. Then he stopped and took out his magical box and opened it. The little doll was dancing away as fast as ever; but when he saw the light he stopped.