284 GLOOSCAP AND OTHER STORIES

There were tall trees, with the greenest foliage, covered with beautiful, fragrant blossoms, standing in rows so straight and so far apart,

that the visitors could see a great distance in every direction. The air was balmy and sweet; and everywhere there seemed to be a sense of health and happiness and rest. The owner of this beautiful spot now said, “Whence do you come, and Whither are you going?”

“We have travelled from a far-OE country,” the visitors said, “and we are in search of Glooscap, the Great Chief.”

The master of the Wigwam looked at them and said, “I am Glooscap. What have you to ask of me?”

One Indian said, “0 Master, I am a very Wicked man; I have an ugly temper, and I would be meek and good.”

“That is well,” said Glooscap.

Then the second Indian said, “I am very poor. I have never been successful in any- thing I have tried to do. I would like to have riches.”

“It is well,” said the Master. “And you?” he asked, turning to the third.

“I am despised and hated by my people,” the Indian answered, “and I wish to be loved and respected.”

“That is well,” Glooscap again said. Then