On the following day he left the tepee of his father and went to the little clearing in the thicket, where he would fast for seven days. And there he prayed that in some way which the Great Spirit would show him, he might bring a great blessing to his people and make their lives less hard. He knew full well that most of his comrades prayed that they might become great warriors, or that they should be mighty men of the chase. But Wunzh prayed not for these. For four days he fasted and prayed, and each day he grew weaker from lack of food, but his faith and his courage grew stronger. On the fifth day, as he lay upon his bed of skins, there appeared outside the door of his tepee a strong, bright youth, clad all in shimmering greens and golden yellows, and wearing upon his head a plume of waving green. “Come,” cried the youth, “let us wrestle, and see who shall overcome.” Then Wunzh sprang from his bed, for though his body was weak, his spirit was strong, and he grappled with the youth and they wrestled together. At length the youth said, “That will do for to-day. You have wrestled well, though neither of us has overcome. I will return to-morrow.” [Illustration: “HE GRAPPLED WITH THE YOUTH AND THEY WRESTLED TOGETHER”] And no sooner had he finished speaking than he vanished from the sight of Wunzh who dropped exhausted upon his bed. The next day, at exactly the same hour, the youth came again, and so suddenly that it seemed to Wunzh he must have dropped from the sky. Wunzh had less strength in his body than on the previous day, but he felt sure the stranger had been sent by the Great Spirit, and so he grappled with him again and wrestled well. But as Wunzh’s strength was nearly gone, the young man said once more, “That will do for to-day. To-morrow I will return. ’Tis the last day of your fast. Be ready.” Again the stranger disappeared, and Wunzh, trembling with weakness of body, prayed the Great Spirit that he might yet overcome. And as he prayed he fell asleep. Then, as Wunzh slept, he dreamed. And it seemed to him that he again wrestled with the strange youth, and he overcame and threw him to the ground. And a voice spoke to him and said: “Strip off the clothing of the youth and wear it for your own. Bury his body, and protect the spot where he is buried. Make the earth soft and mellow; keep it clear of weeds; and water it day by day. Do all this, and your prayer to the Great Spirit shall be answered.” Wunzh slept long, but when he wakened he remembered his dream and the words that had been spoken. That morning his father came to the tepee to offer food, but Wunzh said, “Let me alone until the evening.” So his father went away. At the same hour, on this day, the stranger once more appeared outside the door of the tepee, and once more Wunzh went forth to wrestle. He was weaker than before, but his dream had given him such courage that he grasped the strange youth and with a supreme effort threw him prostrate upon the earth.