For even this little thing would try to see the Invisible One in the great wigwam at the edge of the village. Having put on her father's great old moccasins, which came nearly up to her knees, she went forth to try her luck. She also made a cap, leggings, and handkerchief. And having no clothes beyond a few rags, the poor creature went into the woods and got a few sheets of birch bark, of which she made a dress, putting some figures on the bark. And begging her sisters for a few wampum shells, the eldest just called her "a lying little pest," but the other gave her a few. That day poor little burnt-faced girl, who had always run barefoot, got a pair of her father's old moccasins and put them into water that they might become flexible to wear. When their father returned home the next evening, he brought with him many of the pretty little shells from which wampum was made, and they were soon busy stringing them. Then when He came, being asked if they saw him, they said, "Certainly," and also replied to the question of the shoulder-strap or sled cord, "A piece of rawhide." In saying which, they lied, like the rest, for they had seen nothing, and got nothing for their pains. They found the Invisible One's sister at home and so walked down to the water with her. So they clad themselves in their finest and strove to look their fairest. Now it came to pass that it entered the heads of the two elder sisters of this poor girl that they would go and try their fortune at seeing the Invisible One. And when her father, coming home, asked how it was that the child was so disfigured, her sister would promptly say that it was the fault of the young girl herself, because having been forbidden to go near the fire, she had disobeyed and fallen in. The second daughter was kinder, and sometimes did not bother the poor abused little girl, but the oldest would burn the youngest's hands and face with hot coals yes, her whole body was scarred with marks made by torture, so that people called her the rough-faced girl. Her sorry condition did not prevent her sisters, especially the eldest, from treating her with great cruelty. The youngest of these was very small, weak, and often ill. There dwelt in the village an old man, a widower, with three daughters. They saw proof that he was a real person, for as he took off his moccasins they became visible, and his sister hung them up but beyond this they beheld nothing not even when they remained all night, as many did. After they had helped to cook the supper they would wait with great curiosity to see him eat. And then she, knowing they had not told the truth, would reply quietly, "Very well, let us return to the wigwam!"Īs they entered the place she would bid them not to take a certain seat, for it was his. She could see her brother, since to her he was always visible, and upon seeing him she would say to her companions, "Do you see my brother?" And they would mostly answer, "Yes."Īnd then the sister would say, "Of what is his shoulder-strap made?" But sometimes she would inquire other things, such as, "With what does he draw his sled?" And they would reply, "A strip of rawhide," or "A green withe," or something of the kind. Towards evening, when the Invisible One was supposed to be returning home, his sister would walk with any girls who came down to the shore of the lake. Nearly all the girls in the village made an attempt. He had a sister who attended to his wants, and it was known that any girl who could see him might marry him. At the edge of the village was a lodge, in which dwelt a being who was always invisible. There was once a large Indian village situated on the border of a lake.
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