Bokwewa and his brother lived in
a far-off part of the country. By such as had knowledge of them,
Bokwewa, the elder, although deformed and feeble of person, was
considered a manito, who had assumed the mortal shape; while his
younger brother, Kwasynd, manly in appearance, active, and strong,
partook of the nature of the present race of beings.
They lived off the path, in a wild, lonesome place, far retired from
neighbors, and, undisturbed by cares, they passed their time,
content and happy. The days glided by serenely as the river that
flowed by their lodge.
Owing to his lack of strength, Bokwewa never engaged in the chase,
but gave his attention entirely to the affairs of the lodge. In the
long winter evenings he passed the time in telling his brother
stories of the giants, spirits, weendigoes, and fairies of the elder
age, when they had the exclusive charge of the world. He also at
times taught his brother the manner in which game should be pursued,
pointed out to him the ways of the different beasts and birds of the
chase, and assigned the seasons at which they could be hunted with
most success.
For a while the brother was eager to learn, and keenly attended to
his duties as the provider of the lodge; but at length he grew weary
of their tranquil life, and began to have a desire to show himself
among men. He became restive in their retirement, and was seized
with a longing to visit remote places.
One day, Kwasynd told his brother that he should leave him; that he
wished to visit the habitations of men, and to procure a wife.
Bokwewa objected; but his brother overruled all that he said, and in
spite of every remonstrance, he departed on his travels.
He traveled for a long time. At length he fell in with the footsteps
of men. They were moving by encampments, for he saw, at several
spots, the poles where they had passed. It was winter; and coming to
a place where one of their company had died, he found upon a
scaffold, lying at length in the cold blue air, the body of a
beautiful young woman. "She shall be my wife!" exclaimed Kwasynd.
He lifted her up, and bearing her in his arms, he returned to his
brother. "Brother," he said, "can not you restore her to life? Oh,
do me that favor!"
He looked upon the beautiful female with a longing gaze; but she lay
as cold and silent as when he had found her upon the scaffold.
"I will try," said Bokwewa.
These words had been scarcely breathed, when the young woman rose
up, opened her eyes, and looked upon Bokwewa with a smile, as if she
had known him before.
To Kwasynd she paid no heed whatever; but presently Bokwewa, seeing
how she lingered in her gaze upon himself, said to her, "Sister,
that is your husband," pointing to Kwasynd.
She listened to his voice, and crossing the lodge, she sat by
Kwasynd, and they were man and wife.
For a long time they all lived contentedly together. Bokwewa was
very kind to his brother, and sought to render his days happy. He
was ever within the lodge, seeking to have it in readiness against
the return of Kwasynd from the hunt. And by following his
directions, which were those of one deeply skilled in the chase,
Kwasynd always succeeded in returning with a good store of meat.
But the charge of the two brothers was greatly lightened by the
presence of the spirit-wife; for without labor of the hand, she
ordered the lodge, and as she willed, every thing took its place,
and was at once in proper array. The wish of her heart seemed to
control whatever she looked upon, and it obeyed her desire.
But it was still more to the surprise of her husband Kwasynd that
she never partook of food, nor shared in any way the longings and
appetites of a mortal creature. She had never been seen arranging
her hair, like other females, or at work upon her garments, and yet
they were ever seemly, and without blemish or disorder.
Behold her at any hour, she was ever beautiful, and she seemed to
need no ornament, nor nourishment, nor other aid, to give grace or
strength to her looks.
Kwasynd, when the first wonder of her ways had passed, payed little
heed to her discourse; he was engrossed with the hunt, and chose
rather to be abroad, pursuing the wild game, or in the lodge,
enjoying its savory spoil, than the society of his spirit-wife.
But Bokwewa watched closely every word that fell from her lips, and
often forgot, like her, all mortal appetite and care of the body, in
conferring with her, and noting what she had to say of spirits and
fairies, of stars, and streams that never ceased to flow, and the
delight of the happy hunting-grounds, and the groves of the blessed.
One day Kwasynd had gone out as usual, and Bokwewa was sitting in
the lodge, on the opposite side to his brother's wife, when she
suddenly exclaimed:
"I must leave you," as a tall young man, whose face was like the sun
in its brightness, entered, and taking her by the hand he led her to
the door.
She made no resistance, but turning as she left the lodge, she cast
upon Bokwewa a smile of kind regard, and was at once, with her
companion, gone from his view.
He ran to the door and glanced about. He saw nothing; but looking
far off in the sky, he thought that he could discover, at a great
distance, a shining track, and the dim figures of two who were
vanishing in heaven.
When his brother returned, Bokwewa related all to him exactly as it
had happened.
The face of Kwasynd changed, and was dark as the night. For several
days he would not taste food. Sometimes he would fall to weeping for
a long time, and now only it seemed that he remembered how gentle
and beautiful had been the ways of her who was lost. At last he said
that he would go in search of her.
Bokwewa tried to dissuade him from it; but he would not be turned
aside from his purpose.
"Since you are resolved," said Bokwewa, "listen to my advice. You
will have to go South. It is a long distance to the present
abiding-place of your wife, and there are so many charms and
temptations by the way that I fear you will be led astray and forget
your errand. For the people whom you will see in the country through
which you have to pass, do nothing but amuse themselves. They are
very idle, happy and effeminate, and I fear that they will lead you
astray. Your path is beset with dangers. I will mention one or two
things which you must be on your guard against.
"In the course of your journey you will come to a large grape-vine
lying across your path. You must not even taste its fruit, for it is
poisonous. Step over it. It is a snake. You will next come to
something that looks like bear's fat, of which you are so fond.
Touch it not, or you will be overcome by the soft habits of the idle
people. It is frog's eggs. These are snares laid by the way for
you."
Kwasynd promised that he would observe the advice and bidding his
brother farewell, he set out. After traveling a long time he came to
the enchanted grape-vine. It looked so tempting, with its swelling
purple clusters, that he forgot his brother's warning, and tasted
the fruit. He went on till he came to the frog's eggs. They so much
resembled delicious bear's fat that Kwasynd tasted them. He still
went on.
At length he came to a wide plain. As he emerged from the forest the
sun was falling in the west, and it cast its scarlet and golden
shades far over the country. The air was perfectly calm, and the
whole prospect had the air of an enchanted land. Fruits and flowers,
and delicate blossoms, lured the eye and delighted the senses.
At a distance he beheld a large village, swarming with people, and
as he drew near he discovered women beating corn in silver mortars.
When they saw Kwasynd approaching, they cried out:
"Bokwewa's brother has come to see us."
Throngs of men and women, in bright apparel, hurried out to meet
him.
He was soon, having already yielded to temptation by the way,
overcome by their fair looks and soft speeches, and he was not long
afterward seen beating corn with the women, having entirely
abandoned all further quest for his lost wife.
Meantime, Bokwewa, alone in the lodge, often musing upon the
discourse of the spirit-wife, who was gone, waited patiently his
brother's return. After the lapse of several years, when no tidings
could be had, he set out in search of him, and he arrived in safety
among the soft and idle people of the South. He met the same
allurements by the way, and they gathered around him on his coming
as they had around his brother Kwasynd; but Bokwewa was proof
against their flattery. He only grieved in his heart that any should
yield.
He shed tears of pity to see that his brother had laid aside the
arms of a hunter, and that he was beating corn with the women,
indifferent to the fate and the fortune of his lost wife.
Bokwewa ascertained that his brother's wife had passed on to a
country beyond.
After deliberating for a time, and spending several days in a severe
fast, he set out in the direction where he saw that a light shone
from the sky.
It was far off, but Bokwewa had a stout heart; and strong in the
faith that he was now on the broad path toward the happy land, he
pressed forward. For many days he traveled without encountering any
thing unusual. And now plains of vast extent, and rich in waving
grass, began to pass before his eyes. He saw many beautiful groves,
and heard the songs of countless birds.
At length he began to fail in strength for lack of food; when he
suddenly reached a high ground. From this he caught the first
glimpse of the other land. But it appeared to be still far off, and
all the country between, partly vailed in silvery mists, glittered
with lakes and streams of water. As he pressed on, Bokwewa came in
sight of innumerable herds of stately deer, moose, and other animals
which walked near his path, and they appeared to have no fear of
man.
And now again as he wound about in his course, and faced the north
once more, he beheld, coming toward him, an immense number of men,
women, and children, pressing forward in the direction of the
shining land.
In this vast throng Bokwewa beheld persons of every age, from the
little infant, the sweet and lovely penaisee, or younger son, to the
feeble, gray old man, stooping under the burden of his years.
All whom Bokwewa met, of every name and degree, were heavily laden
with pipes, weapons, bows, arrows, kettles and other wares and
implements.
One man stopped him, and complained of the weary load he was
carrying. Another offered him a kettle; another his bow and arrows;
but he declined all, and, free of foot, hastened on.
And now he met women who were carrying their basket-work, and
painted paddles, and little boys, with their embellished war-clubs
and bows and arrows, the gift of their friends.
With this mighty throng, Bokwewa was borne along for two days and
nights, when he arrived at a country so still and shining, and so
beautiful in its woods and groves and plains, that he knew it was
here that he should find the lost spirit-wife.
He had scarcely entered this fair country, with a sense of home and
the return to things familiar strong upon him, when there appeared
before him the lost spirit-wife herself, who, taking him by the
hand, gave him welcome, saying, "My brother, I am glad to see you.
Welcome! welcome! You are now in your native land!"