The boy closed his eyes and said no more. He was very weak and faint.
The next morning the father went with the earliest morning light to the little lodge in the forest. Peeping through the door he saw his son sitting up. Beside his mat were brushes and paint. He was painting himself red and brown.
"The Manitou will free me, but it is not the spirit my father wanted," he heard the boy say.
The father rushed into the lodge, but as he touched his boy the lad changed into a bird and flew out of the open doorway. Sitting on the top of the lodge he sang these words:
"Do not mourn for me, my father, for I am happy. I did not want to be a warrior. I wanted only to be free. I shall find food upon the fields and the hills. I will comfort you." Then he flew away.
Opechee lives near the homes of men. He loves to comfort them when they are sad. He is happy when they are happy.
His songs are for the little children and for the fathers and mothers who want their little ones to be brave. Opechee is not afraid
