courage, and he wrestled stoutly. At length the young man said, "This is enough for to-day; I shall come again to try you." And, smiling, he departed.

On the next day they wrestled, and on the third day, and both times the young stranger said he was conquered.

"You have won your desire," he said. "To-morrow will be the seventh day of your fasting. When we wrestle then, you will prevail. You must then strip off my garments and throw me down, clean the earth of roots and weeds, make it soft, and bury me in the spot. Leave my body in the earth, and do not disturb it. Be careful never to let the grass or weeds grow on my grave, and once a month cover me with fresh earth."

It happened as the sky visitor had said. Wunzh conquered, and faithfully obeyed the words of the youth. He grieved to place his body in the earth, but he felt confident his friend would again come to life. He

never forgot to guard the soil, and keep it free from weeds and grass.

Late in the summer, after his father had returned from a long hunt, Wunzh took him to the place where he had fasted. The wigwam was no longer there, but a tall and graceful plant, with bright-colored silken hair, hair, with nodding plumes and stately leaves, and golden clusters on each side. "Behold!" cried Wunzh in joy, “it is my friend; it is Mondamin, the friend of man. The great spirit has heard my prayer, and no longer must we depend on hunting alone for our food. This - the

Indian corn

shall be our food hereafter!' He then told his father what the youthful visitor had shown him. He stripped the leaves from the ear, and held it before the fire until the outer skin became brown, while the milk was retained in the grain.

The whole family then united in a feast and gave thanks to the kind spirit who had given this great gift to men.

FATHER IN HEAVEN, WE THANK THEE

FOR

R. W. Emerson

OR flowers that bloom about our feet,
For tender grass so fresh, so sweet,

For song

of bird and hum of bee,
For all things fair we hear or see,
For blue of stream and blue of sky,
For pleasant shade of branches high,
For fragrant air and cooling breeze,
For beauty of the blooming trees,

For mother-love and father-care,
For brothers strong and sisters fair,
For love at home and here each day,
For guidance lest we go astray,
For this new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,

For health and food, for love and friends,
For ev'ry thing His goodness sends,

Father in heaven, we thank thee.