94 GLOOSCAP AND OTHER STORIES All the time the young brave was watching for an opportunity to use the magical hair- string. And, at last, when no one was look¬ ing, he contrived to throw it upon the back of one of the maidens. He said nothing to her, and soon after this the young braves went away. The next day the Indian was walking alone in the forest, and he saw, coming toward him, the maiden whom he had charmed with the magical hair-string. "Where are you going?" she asked shyly. "I am going hunting," he said. "But whence have you come? And what are you doing out here all alone? Are you lost?" "Oh, no! I am not lost," she replied. "You had better go back to your wigwam," he said, "and I will go with you, and tell your parents that I found you wandering in the woods, not knowing the way home." When they reached the wigwam, the father of the beautiful maiden said: "Would you like to have my daughter for your wife?" "I would," he answered, "for I am tired of living alone." And so they were married. The magical hair-string had won the beautiful maiden for the awkward, blundering young brave. And kespeadooksit—the story ends.