’Look，’hesaid，’atthewaterwhichliesfaroutyonder，andtheplainswhichstretchbeyond。ThatistheLandofSouls，butnomanentersitwithoutleavinghisbodybehindhim。So，laydownyourbodyhere；yourbowandarrows，yourskinandyourdog。
Theyshallbekeptforyousafely。’
Thenheturnedaway，andtheyoungchief，lightasair，seemedhardlytotouchtheground；andasheflewalongthescentsgrewsweeterandtheflowersmorebeautiful，whiletheanimalsrubbedtheirnosesagainsthim，insteadofhidingasheapproached，andbirdscircledroundhim，andfisheslifteduptheirheadsandlookedashewentby。Verysoonhenoticedwithwonder，thatneitherrocksnortreesbarredhispath。Hepassedthroughthemwithoutknowingit，forindeed，theywerenotrocksandtreesatall，butonlythesoulsofthem；forthiswastheLandofShadows。
Sohewentonwithwingedfeettillhecametotheshoresofagreatlake，withalovelyislandinthemiddleofit；whileonthebankofthelakewasacanoeofglitteringstone，andinthecanoeweretwoshiningpaddles。
Thechiefjumpedstraightintothecanoe，andseizingthepaddlespushedofffromtheshore，whentohisjoyandwonderhesawfollowinghiminanothercanoeexactlylikehisownthemaidenforwhosesakehehadmadethislongjourney。Buttheycouldnottoucheachother，forbetweenthemrolledgreatwaves，whichlookedasiftheywouldsinktheboats，yetneverdid。Andtheyoungmanandthemaidenshrankwithfear，fordowninthedepthsofthewatertheysawthebonesofthosewhohaddiedbefore，andinthewavesthemselvesmenandwomenwerestruggling，andbutfewpassedover。Onlythechildrenhadnofear，andreachedtheothersideinsafety。Still，thoughthechiefandtheyounggirlquailedinterroratthesehorriblesightsandsounds，noharmcametothem，fortheirliveshadbeenfreefromevil，andtheMasterofLifehadsaidthatnoevilshouldhappenuntothem。SotheyreachedunhurttheshoreoftheHappyIsland，andwanderedthroughthefloweryfieldsandbythebanksofrushingstreams，andtheyknewnothungernorthirst；neithercoldnorheat。Theairfedthemandthesunwarmedthem，andtheyforgotthedead，fortheysawnograves，andtheyoungman’sthoughtsturnednottowars，neithertothehuntingofanimals。Andgladlywouldthesetwohavewalkedthusforever，butinthemurmurofthewindheheardtheMasterofLifesayingtohim，’Returnwhitheryoucame，forIhaveworkforyoutodo，andyourpeopleneedyou，andformanyyearsyoushallruleoverthem。Atthegatemymessengerawaitsyou，andyoushalltakeagainyourbodywhichyouleftbehind，andhewillshowyouwhatyouaretodo。Listentohim，andhavepatience，andintimetocomeyoushallrejoinherwhomyoumustnowleave，forsheisaccepted，andwillremaineveryoungandbeautiful，aswhenIcalledherhencefromtheLandofSnows。’