270 GLOOSCAP AND OTHER STORIES

flute into his friend’s hand, thus giving him magical power. The two started off slowly, side by side at first, so that they could talk together.

“Who and what are you?” the young man asked the magician.

“I am Wegadesk,—Northern Lights,” he an- swered. “And who and what are you?”

“Oh, I am Wosogwodesk,—Chain Light- ning,” said the young man.

Then they began to run at full speed. At noon Chain Lightning reached the village; he had run around the whole world—but North- ern Lights did not appear until evening, and then he came in panting.

Once more the old chief exclaimed:

“This time I have lost my daughter.”

But the chief had still one more task, in which he hoped the young man might yet be killed.

“I would see my son-in-law swim and dive, before he marries my daughter,” he said.

Now as the young man plunged into the water with his rival, who was a Boooin, he asked:

“What is your name?”

“I am Ukchigumooech, the Sea Duck—And who are you,” asked the Boooin.

“Oh, I am Kweemoo, the Loon,” answered the young man.