'The rest can come ashore,' she said, 'and camp out here,' but she took the orphans and her aunt into the brush-house. Now these high-born women had brought their slaves with them, and Djun took the slaves in exchange for food, and put necklaces and paint and feathers and fine robes upon the orphans. And the whole of the village people stayed with her a long while, and when they got into the canoes again they were fat and strong with all that Djun had given them. * * * * * For some time Djun lived quite happily in the brush-house now that she had some companions; then a longing took hold of her to go back to her own village, so she worked magic in order to make the chief of the town fall ill, and the people, who had learnt that she had become a shaman, sent a canoe to fetch her and offered her much payment if she would cure him. The family of Djun the shaman was one of the noblest in the tribe, but misfortune had overtaken them. One by one they had all died, and when the girl came back to the village nothing remained but the posts of her uncle's house, while grass had sprouted inside the walls. She beheld these things from the canoe and felt very sad, but she bade the slaves cease paddling, as she wished to land. Then she drew out an eagle's tail, and, holding it up, blew upon it and waved it backwards and forwards. After she had done this four times, the posts and the grass disappeared, and in their place stood a fine house--finer and larger than the one the chief had lived in. [Illustration: DJUN'S MAGIC IN THE HOUSE OF THE CHIEF.] 'Bring in whatever the canoe contains,' she said; and when everything was ready she went into the house, and the two orphan girls went with her. 'The chief's daughter is ill as well as her father,' so Djun heard after she had been back in the village for a few days, and she waited in the house, expecting to be summoned to work a cure. But though they had sent for her while she was living far from them, now that she was amongst them again she looked so like the girl they had known from a child that the people could not believe she could be a _real_ shaman, and called in others. However, in spite of the care of these medicine men, both the chief and his daughter became worse and worse, and in despair, their kinsfolk suddenly bethought themselves of Djun. The girl was not in the house at the time that the messenger arrived, but one of the orphans met him, and asked: 'How much will they pay the shaman if she cures them?' 'Two slaves,' was the answer. 'That is not enough,' said the child; 'go back and tell them so.' And the messenger went back and came again. 'How much will they pay the shaman?' asked the child as she opened the door to him. 'Two slaves and much goods,' answered he. 'That is well; she will come,' said the child, and the messenger returned with her answer. * * * * *