Amid these terrors the Indians derived some consolation from their belief in immortality; and for that belief they gave a beautiful reason. Each man, after death, they said, had a long and dangerous journey before him. For this reason his clothes and weapons were generally buried with him; above his grave was a little wooden house, well-stocked with food; and the women chanted the death-wail, “Alas! I’ll never see your face again.”† But that sentence referred to this world only. According to a widespread Indian legend, there lived, many years ago, a certain man who, being haunted by the ghost of his wife, determined to seek her in the next world; and so, leaving his body to hang on a tree, he crossed a broad lagoon on the back of a frog, escaped the cruel teeth of some raging dogs, and, passing safely between two trees which crushed all murderers to death, reached the bright green fields of the heavenly land. There he saw splendid horses roaming among the trees; there he also saw the goddess Japtimisire, Queen of the Spiritual World. Among those seated on her lap was his wife. Japtimisire, however, told him that he had come too soon, and being rowed back by spirits in a barrel, he re-crossed the lagoon, re-entered his body, and recounted his adventures.
Hutton, J. E. (1922). A History of Moravian Missions (pp. 328–329). London: Moravian Publication Office.
This story gives hints of something you can read in a book by Don Richardson called in Eternity in their Hearts!