Her father gave them a beautiful blue tent to
live in, and High-feather was happy enough for a while; but he soon
grew tired of the cloud-berries that the Star-people ate, and he
longed to tramp over the solid green prairie, so he asked his wife's
father to let him take her back to the earth.
"No," said the Star-man, "because then I should never see her again.
If you stay with us you will soon forget the dull old earth."
The young man said nothing; but he put on the wings of one of the red
swans, and he put the other red swan's wings on his wife, and they
leapt over the edge of the Star-country and flew down through the air
to the prairie, and came to the tent where High-feather's mother was
mourning for them; and there was a great feast in the village because
they had come back safe and sound. The Star-wife finished embroidering
her dancing-cloth that day; and whenever the Indians danced she danced
with them. She never went back to the Star-maidens' dancing ring;
but she still lived on berries and corn, because she would never kill
anything,--except one thing, and that was the little yellow bird. It
flew into the tent one day when High-feather had his back turned,
and began to whisper into the Star-wife's ear; but it never came to
trouble her again.
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