"I wonder where he's gone now?" said the younger one, going to
the door-way and looking out. Suddenly she noticed the little
line of flour trailing off through the woods. "Ah, now I'll
find him!" And just calling to her sister that she would be
back soon, she darted off.
It was dark when she came back weeping. She threw herself on
the ground outside the _campoodie_ and poured out her
story. She had found the old man lying there fast asleep,
gorged with fish. The remnants of his feast lay all about him.
She had not dared to waken him or speak to him, but coming
home, had made up her mind to run away and not work for the
mean old man any more.
To this the sister agreed, and at daybreak they were scurrying
off through the forest.
All day they traveled and when night came they were still in
the wilds far from any Indian camp.
Worn out, they lay down under a great pine and looked up at
the stars.
"Oh," said the older girl, "see that fine Star-man up there!
I'd like to marry him!"
"Oh, no!" said the younger, "he belongs to me. I'd like to
marry him!"
They lay there telling what each would do could she only marry
the Star-man, until they fell asleep.
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