“Who have you got there? I have never seen that woman before in our village.”
“Yes,” replied the old man, “you have seen her. She is a relation of mine, and seldom goes out. She stays in my lodge, and she asked me to bring her here.”
In the centre of the lodge sat one of those young men who are always forward, and fond of boasting and displaying themselves before others.
“Why,” said he, “I have seen her often, and it is to his lodge I go almost every night to court her.”
All the others laughed and continued their games. The young man did not know he was telling a lie to the girl’s advantage, who by means of it escaped.
She returned to the old man’s lodge, and immediately set out for her own country. Coming to the spot where the bodies of her adopted brothers lay, she placed them together with their feet towards the east. Then taking an axe she had she cast it up into the air, crying out—
“Brothers, get up from under it or it will fall on you!”
This she repeated three times, and the third time all the brothers rose and stood on their feet. Mudjikewis commenced rubbing his eyes and stretching himself.
“Why,” said he, “I have overslept myself.”
“No, indeed,” said one of the others. “Do you not know we were all killed, and that it is our sister who has brought us to life?”