But it was so droll to think she should eat young trees! surely venison was a great deal better.
But, like a good husband, he thought it was his duty to humor his wife's fancies.

And then he loved her tenderly--he had given up country and home for her.

She was so good and kind, and her beautiful hair! Chaske called her "The Mocassin Flower," for her golden ringlets reminded him of that beautiful flower.

"She shall not have to cut the trees down herself," said Chaske, "I will bring her food while she prepares mine." So he went out to hunt, and returned in the evening; and while his wife was cooking his supper, he went to the poplar grove and cut a number of young trees; he then brought them to the lodge, and, laying them down, he said to his wife, "I have found out at last what you like." No one would suppose but that the beaver-woman would have been grateful to her husband for thinking of her.

Instead of that, she was very angry; and, taking her child in her arms, she left the lodge.