“Let us fish down from this, my brother,” said Keriha. “I will hold the end of the net stick that goes out in the river, so that I may take the fish quickly when they are caught. You can go along the bank.”
They fished down to Nomlupi, and Keriha named all the places as he and his brother came down. He gave them the names which they have now, the names by which we Wintus call them. The first place below Panti Tsarau was Lorus Pom and Keriha left no place unnamed between Panti Tsarau and Nomlupi. They stopped at Nomlupi, built a brush house there, and lived some time in it.
One day the two brothers went to Norwanbuli to the great sweat-house where the woman Pom Norwanen Pitchen or Norwan lived.
“My brother, you must not make this woman angry,” said Norwanchakus, when they were near Norwanbuli. “This is a very powerful woman; she has a great deal of food, a great deal to eat, but you must not take anything; eat nothing except what she gives; don’t talk much; do just what I tell you.”
“I will do what you tell me,” said Keriha.
They went in at the south side of Norwanbuli, and stopped east of the door. Norwanchakus sat down, and held Keriha between his knees. The woman put her hand behind her, took acorn bread, held it toward the brothers, and said,—
“Take this, you two men, eat it, and then go away.”
“This woman has a great deal to eat,” said Keriha. “Let’s stay here a while with her. Let’s not go away, my brother.”
“Be still,” whispered Norwanchakus. “Don’t talk.”
“My brother, I’m hungry. Tell her to give us more bread. This isn’t enough.”