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The Chippeways took the hint, and took to their heels too, and ran home. The Owl then resumed his form, got down from the tree and returned home. This wonderful incident, which he related of himself, gave him a great reputation and a name besides; for until now he had been called Chaskè, a name always given to the oldest son; but the Indians after this gave him the name of the Owl.
Four years had now passed since Chaskè left his native village, and nothing had ever been heard of him. But at length the wanderer returned. But who would have recognized, in the crest-fallen, melancholy-looking Indian, the gay warrior that had left home but a few years before?
The orphan boy was taken to the lodge of his friend's parents and dressed up in fine clothes and moccasins. Chaske and Hake were inseparable. Where one was seen the other was not far distant. They played, hunted, trapped, ate and slept together. They would spend most of the long summer days hunting in the forests.
After carefully looking round to satisfy herself that there was no one near, she cut down a number of the small and tender poplars, and, carrying them home, ate them as if she enjoyed them very much. Chaskè was infinitely relieved when he saw that his wife did eat; for it frightened him to think that she lived on nothing but air.
They saw the horse tied to the door of the deserted tent, and knew that some dead person occupied the tepee, so through respect for the dead, they turned out and started to go through the brush and trees, so as not to pass the door. So by making this detour they traveled directly towards where Chaske was concealed behind the tree.
"My friend," said Chaske, "I am afraid something has happened to the Medicine Man's lodge, and rather than have you go there, I will go alone and you follow the trail of our party and go on ahead with the horses. I will take the black and the white horses with me and I will follow on later, after I have seen what the trouble is."
"Wait, friend," said Chaske, "until morning, and then I will know how to answer your inquiry. Don't ask me anything more tonight, as my heart is having a great battle with my brain." Hake bothered his friend no more that night, but he could not sleep.
But she dared not subject herself to the ridicule of her companions though as night came on, she sought him when there was no one to heed her. "Chaskè," she called and the Dahcotah turned hastily towards her, attracted by the kindness of her voice "there are no women who love as the Dahcotah women. I would have gone to the ends of the earth with you, but you despised me.
"Look at the white woman's life," said Chequered Cloud, as she concluded the story of Chaskè, "and then at the Dahcotah's. You sleep on a soft bed, while the Dahcotah woman lays her head upon the ground, with only her blanket for a covering; when you are hungry you eat, but for days has the Dahcotah woman wanted for food, and there was none to give it.
And beautiful she looked, with her long tresses falling into the water. Chaskè was delighted to find her. "Why did you leave me?" called he. "I should have died of grief if I had not found you." "Did I not tell you that I could not live like the Dahcotah women?" replied Mocassin Flower. "You need not have watched me to find out what I eat.
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