in the valleys; also the swamps. Then Screech Owl answers him; he feels
that he does it wonderfully; he goes along proudly; he blows; he walks
on through lands (and) valleys as joyful as a little bird. But, by and
bye, he begins to get tired; he sees a deer; he takes his bow; he starts
to get it (the deer); then he wishes to shoot, (but) he cannot keep the
magic wonder song from sounding. Like devils he calls. The deer bounds
away. Then the youth curses.
When he arrives at Penobscot, half starved, he is of little worth to
cause laughter. These people, the ancient Indians, are moved to laughter
at first; they fail not. Then he feels a little joy in his heart. But as
the days go by, they get more and more tired of him. Then he tires of
himself; he goes to the woods to kill himself.
Then the air-sprite (or Pamole) swoops down from the clouds and carries
him off to the lower world. There it is permitted (given) to him to make
the magic sound; that is the place where it is (all) dark. Then
afterwards, he is known no more among men.
End of this tale.
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