There was a kind of dim light all the time. The two brothers started, came north as far as Nomlopi, opposite Pas Puisono, and sat down.
Keriha heard voices in the north and asked, “Do you hear shouting?”
“No; I hear nothing,” answered Norwanchakus.
“Let us go toward the shouting,” said Keriha.
They went to a place about six miles beyond the river, where they found a sweat-house.
“These are the first people we have seen,” said Keriha. “We shall call this place Tsarau Heril.” They stood near the door of the sweat-house.
“Oh, my brother,” said a big man who saw them and came to the door.
“Yes,” said Keriha, “you are our brother, you are Norwinte.”
Another came and said, “Oh, my brother!”
“You are our brother, too,” said Keriha; “you are Eltuluma.”