And to go on a journey
With the blood of girls upon one!
While we were roasting wild roots
A great darkness fell upon us.
It was not darkness,
It was awful gloom!”
While he was singing, there came a great bird and hovered over them, and said: “Hold fast to me.”
The children held fast to the bird, and it flew away with them, and took them to their own town.
It was midnight when it arrived there, and it sat down at the gate of Mosemanyanamatong’s mother’s house.
In the morning, when that woman came out of her house, she took ashes and cast upon the bird, for she said: “This bird knows where our children are.”