Mahto, the white bear. Peboan is old, and his feet are weary."
Peboan crawled on his knees over the furs to the little fire in the middle of the tepee. He blew on the coals with his faint breath, and the coals grew very red. His breath was like a wind; the coals made the wind warm like a south wind. The deerskins that covered the tepee trembled like leaves, for the warm wind blew them.
Peboan sat on the furs on the floor of his tepee and waited. He knew Menabozho would hear him.
Peboan heard no sound, but he looked toward the door of his tepee. It was lifted back, and he saw a beautiful Indian maiden.
She carried a great bundle of willow buds in her arms. Her dress was of sweet grass and early maple leaves. Her eyes were like a young deer. Her hair was like the blackest feathers of a crow, and it was so long that it was like a blanket over her shoulders. She was small; her feet were hidden in two moccasin flowers.
"Menabozho heard Peboan, the winter Manitou. He has sent me. I am Segun."
"You are welcome, Segun. Sit by my fire;
