So, taking him into the woods, they found
the old woman, who, kind as ever, did for the chief's son what she had
already done for his friend, and gave him also a magic hair-string. And
using it in the same way he in like manner won the other sister; and it
was indeed well, for she was the one whom he wanted most. And the two
men whose wives were sisters (_wechoosjik_), were on the best of
terms and much together.
Now the young chief reflected that his brother-in-law had been very
kind to him, for little cause, and thought how he could repay him. So
he asked him one day if he would like to be a swift runner. "Truly I
would," replied the other. "Then go and gather some feathers, and let
them blow when the wind is high, and chase them. You will soon be able
to outstrip the wind, and when the art comes it will never depart from
you." Then he did this, and became so swift that no man or beast could
escape him.
Yet again the chiefs son said, "Would you like to become strong and
very active?" And as he of course said "Yes," the friend replied,
"Dress yourself in the worst and raggedest garments, and attack the
first man you find. He will catch you by the clothes; but do you slip
out of them and run." This he did; the first man whom he met was a
lunatic, who gladly grappled for a fight. So he slipped out of the
clothes and ran; but the madman thought the apparel made the man, and
beat it a long time, and left it for dead.
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