By and by they found them, stretched the skin, and went back to camp. Every little while Docas went running out to the skin to see how fast it was drying.
“It just seems as if I couldn’t wait for my new skirt,” he said.
When it was half dry, Ama warmed some deer’s brains at the fire.
“Now, Docas, get the deerskin,” she said. “You may rub some brains of a deer on the skin.”
Docas rubbed and rubbed for a long time.
“Haven’t I rubbed enough?” he asked after a while.
“No, you must get the skin very soft,” she answered.
Docas’s arms grew tired after a little, so Ama said, “Go out where the ground is wet and dig a hole. I will finish rubbing the skin.”
Massea bringing home a deer.