IN The Place that is known for Spirits

Far away, in North America, where the Red Indians stay, there carried on for quite a while in the past a wonderful lady who was lovelier than some other young lady in the entire clan. A large number of the youthful conquers looked for her in marriage, yet she would pay attention to just one— an attractive boss, who had required her extravagant a few years prior. So they were to be hitched, and extraordinary rejoicings were made, and the two anticipated a long existence of joy together, when the very night before the wedding feast, an unexpected disease held onto the young lady, and, without a word to her companions who were sobbing around her, she passed quietly away.

The core of her sweetheart had been set upon her, and the possibility of her staying with him stayed with him night and day. He set to the side his bow and went neither to battle nor to chase; however, from dawn to dusk, he sat by where she was laid, thinking about his joy that was covered there. Finally, after numerous days, a light appeared to come to him out of the dimness. He had heard from the old, elderly individuals of the clan that there was a way that prompted the Place that is known for Spirits —that in the event that you looked for it cautiously, you could track it down.

So the following morning he started off right on time, put a few food items in his pocket, and threw an additional skin over his shoulders, for he knew not what amount of time his process would require nor what kind of country he would need to go through. Just something single he knew, that assuming the way was there, he would track it down. At first he was confounded, as there appeared to be no really obvious explanation why he ought to head down one path more than another. Then, at the same time, he assumed he had heard one of the elderly men say that the Place where there are Spirits lay toward the south; thus, loaded up with new expectations and boldness, he set his face southward. For the majority, numerous miles the nation looked equivalent to its own home. The woods, the slopes, and the streams generally appeared to be precisely similar to the ones he had left. The main thing that was different was the snow, which had lain thick upon the slopes and trees when he began, yet developed less and less the farther he went south, till it vanished out and out. Before long the trees set forth their buds, and blossoms jumped up under his feet, and on second thought of thick mists, there was blue sky over his head, and wherever the birds were singing, Then he realized that he was on the right street. The possibility that he ought to before long observe his lost lady of the hour made his heart beat for delight, and he sped along gently and quickly. Presently, his way was driven through a dim wood and, afterward, over a few steep bluffs, and on the highest point of these, he tracked down a hovel or wigwam. An elderly person dressed in skins and grasping a staff remained in the entryway, and he shared with the youthful boss, who was starting to recount his story, 'I was hanging tight for you; wherefore you have come, I know. It has nevertheless been a brief time since she, whom you look for, was here. Rest in my hovel, as she likewise refreshed, and I will let you know what you ask and whither you ought to go.'

On hearing these words, the young fellow entered the cottage; however, his heart was excessively enthusiastic inside him to endure him to rest, and when he emerged, the elderly person rose as well and remained with him at the entryway. 'Look,' he said, 'at the water that lies far out there somewhere and the fields that stretch past. That is the Place where there are Spirits, yet no man enters it without abandoning his body. Along these lines, set out your body here: your bow and bolts, your skin, and your canine. They will be saved for you securely.' Then, at that point, he dismissed, and the youthful boss, light as air, appeared scarcely to contact the ground; and as he flew along, the fragrances developed better and the blossoms more lovely, while the creatures scoured their noses against him rather than stowing away as he drew closer, and birds orbited around him, and fish lifted up their heads and looked as he went by. Very soon he saw with amazement that neither rocks nor trees blocked his way. He went through them without knowing it, for to be sure, they were not shakes and trees by any stretch of the imagination, yet just the spirits of them; for this was the Place that is known for Shadows.

So he happened with winged feet till he came to the shores of an extraordinary lake with a wonderful island in it; on the bank of the lake was a kayak of sparkling stone, and in the kayak were two sparkling oars.

The boss hopped straight into the kayak, holding onto the oars left from the shore, when, to his delight and marvel, he saw following him in another kayak precisely like his own, the lady for whose purpose he had made this long excursion. Be that as it may, they couldn't contact one another, for between them moved extraordinary waves, which looked as though they would sink the boats, yet never did. Furthermore, the young fellow and the lady shrank with dread, for down in the profundities of the water they saw the bones of the people who had kicked the bucket previously, and in the actual waves people were battling, and yet few ignored them. Just the youngsters had no trepidation and arrived at the opposite side in security. In any case, however much the boss and the little kid quailed in dread at these horrendous sights and sounds, no mischief came to them, for their lives had been liberated from evil, and the Expert of Life had said that nothing abhorrent ought to happen to them. So they arrived at the safe shore of the Cheerful Island and meandered through the fancy fields and by the banks of hurrying streams, and they knew neither hunger nor thirst, nor cold nor heat. The air took care of them and the sun warmed them, and they failed to remember the dead, for they saw no graves, and the young fellow's contemplations went not to wars nor to the hunting of creatures. Furthermore, happily would these two have strolled accordingly for ever; however, in the mumble of the breeze, he heard the Expert of Life sharing with him, 'Return whither you came, for I have work for you to do, and your kin need you, and for a long time you will manage over them. At the entryway, my courier looks for you, and you will take your body, which you abandoned, and he will show you what you are to do. Pay attention to him and have persistence, and so as to come, you will rejoin her whom you should now leave, for she is acknowledged and will remain ever youthful and lovely, as when I called her consequently from the Place that is known for Snows.'