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 The Chief looked at the Wind, and he answered, "No. My daughter is not for such as you. You are no warrior. You are no hunter. You love to play pranks. You cannot marry my daughter."

So the Wind went away sorrowing, for he loved the Indian maiden.

The next day the maiden came to her father and said, "Father, I love the Wind better than any young warrior of our tribe. May I go to his lodge, and be his wife?"

The Chief looked at his daughter and said, "No. The Wind is no mate for you. He is no warrior. He is no hunter. He loves only to play pranks. You cannot marry him."

The maiden went away sorrowing, for she loved the Wind.

The next day when the maiden went out to gather sweet marsh grass for her basket weaving, she heard a sudden rushing sound above her head. She looked up, and as she looked the Wind swept down and carried her in his arms far away to his lodge.

There they lived happily together, for the maiden became his wife. But the great Chief was full of wrath. He hunted through all the