As was very natural under the circumstances, the possessions, merits, and designs of Tee-am formed the most important item of village gossip, especially as he had made it known that he would select his wife after so curious, not to say ungallant, a fashion; for instead of his going awooing among the girls, he proposed that the girls should come awooing to him. Adorned in their bravest attire, and looking their very prettiest, the maidens were to present themselves before him, and the first one that could see him plainly enough to describe what he had on, he would marry. The way they went about it was as follows:—They washed their faces, anointed their heads, bedecked themselves with their brightest ornaments, and then directed their steps to the wigwam of Tee-am, arranging it so as to arrive there a little before the hour of the young chief’s return from his daily hunting foray. Tee-am’s sister, who kept house for him, and of whom he was very fond, would receive them graciously, and together they would go down to the shore to await the hunter’s coming. Presently a fine canoe would be seen gliding swiftly over the lake’s calm surface. Eagerly the maidens peer through the gathering shadows; but the canoe seems impelled by magic, for no human hand is visible. As it nears the shore the sister asks,— "Nemeeyok richigunum?" (Do you see my brother?) Every eye is strained in the direction of the canoe, and some over-eager maiden—imagination coming to the aid of desire—would perhaps pretend she could see its mysterious occupant. "Coo-goo-way wisko-book-sich?" (Of what is his carrying-strap made?) is then asked. This was a poser. But a lucky guess might possibly hit the mark; so the aspirant for the chief’s hand would make answer that it was a piece of raw hide, or withe, or something else that had been known to be applied to such a use. "Oh, no!" the sister would reply softly, but crushing out all hope. "Let us go home. You have not seen my brother." And so they would go back to the wigwam, where, a little later, they would be tantalized by seeing the sister taking a load of game apparently from the air, and a pair of moccasins from feet that obstinately refused to be visible. Thus they were convinced that there was no deception—that Tee-am was really present, although they could not see him. One after another the village maidens had tried their luck "Moose-hunting," as they called it; but all had failed alike to catch even a glimpse of the provoking master of the wigwam on the Point.