His entreaties won the heart of the grandfather, who told his daughter to take her young son, and return to the tepee of his father, and ask him to come, and to bring with him a specimen of every bird and animal he had ever killed in the chase.

Algon, who ever hovered near the enchanted spot, heard her song before he could even see a speck in the far blue. She seemed to come so slow, but at last he had her in his arms. And that night, while the boy slept, she gave him the message from the stars.

Now he hunted with great activity, and of the things he killed he kept a token, if only a foot, a claw, a wing, or a tail, and finally with all he had collected, with his wife and his boy, he was taken to the starry realm, by

the magic and power of the voice of his singing wife.

Then the great chief there called his people together for a feast. After the feast, he gave to each a trophy of Algon's chase. A scene of strange confusion followed. One chose a wing, another a foot, another a tail and another a claw, until all the guests had chosen something. And those who chose a foot or tail became animals and ran off, those who chose a wing or claw became birds and flew away. Algon himself had chosen a white hawk's feather, and his wife and boy had done the same. Immediately they became white hawks, and flew down upon the earth, and from that day, the white hawk became the boldest of birds.