“She whom I wish to marry belongs to the Sun,” said Scarface; “I am trying to find where he lives, so that I may ask him for her.”

“Ah,” said the wolverene, “I know where he lives.  It is nearly night now, but to-morrow I will show you the trail to the big water.  He lives on the other side of it.”

Early in the morning they set out, and the wolverene showed Scarface the trail, and he followed it until he came to the water’s edge.  When he looked out over it, his heart almost stopped.  Never before had any one seen such a great water.  The other side could not be seen and there was no end to it.  Scarface sat down on the shore.  This seemed the end.  His food was gone; his moccasins were worn out; he had no longer strength, no longer courage; his heart was sick.  “I cannot cross this great water,” he said.  “I cannot return to the people.  Here by this water I shall die.”

Yet, even as he thought this, helpers were near.  Two swans came swimming up to the shore and said to him, “Why have you come here?  What are you doing?  It is very far to the place where your people live.”

“I have come here to die,” replied Scarface.  “Far away in my country is a beautiful girl.  I want to marry her, but she belongs to the Sun; so I set out to find him and ask him for her.  I have travelled many days.  My food is gone.  I cannot go back; I cannot cross this great water; so I must die.”

“No,” said the swans; “it shall not be so.  Across this water is the home of that Above Person.  Get on our backs, and we will take you there.”

Scarface stood up.  Now he felt strong and full of courage.  He waded out into the water and lay down on the swans’ backs, and they swam away.  It was a fearful journey, for that water was deep and black, and in it live strange people and great animals which might reach up and seize a person and pull him down under the water; yet the swans carried Scarface safely to the other side.  There was seen a broad, hard trail leading back from the water’s edge.

“There,” said the swans; “you are now close to the Sun’s lodge.  Follow that trail, and soon you will see it.”

Scarface started to walk along the trail, and after he had gone a little way he came to some beautiful things lying in the trail.  There was a war shirt, a shield, a bow, and a quiver of arrows.  He had never seen such fine weapons.  He looked at them, but he did not touch them, and at last walked around them and went on.  A little farther along he met a young man, a very handsome person.  His hair was long; his clothing was made of strange skins, and his moccasins were sewed with bright feathers.

The young man spoke to him and asked, “Did you see some weapons lying in the trail?”

“Yes,” replied Scarface, “I saw them.”

“Did you touch them?” said the young man.

“No,” said Scarface; “I supposed some one had left them there, and I did not touch them.”