“My sons,” said Kele, “I told you last night not to hurt or harm Sedit; let him alone. That root which he dropped will be good for you, and hereafter you will like it. Future people when going to hunt will take this root, tsarauhosi, hold it out, and say, ‘Kele, give us deer.’ They will give you the root, and you will give them deer. When they go hunting and have bad luck, they will make a fire, burn this root, hold it out while it smokes, and say, ‘Kele, will you put deer where we can see and kill them?’” (Wintu hunters carry this root and burn it if they have bad luck in finding deer. Kele likes the odor and sends them deer). Kele rubbed Sedit with deer marrow, put him on the west side of the sweat-house, and said, “This is your place; you will stay here.”
The boys went to hunt, the girls to dig roots as before.
“How did you get those sons, brother?” asked Sedit once.
“You have no need to know; I will not tell you,” replied Kele.
“How did you build this house? Two old men should not live in one house. If I had a house, your sons could visit me when they wished, see their uncle’s house, and stay all night, perhaps.”
“I don’t think you could have sons, Sedit, or keep a house. I don’t believe you have strength for it; these things are hard to do,” said Kele.
But Sedit talked on about sons and a sweat-house. Kele asked Sedit to sing for his sons while they danced and sweated. He sang twice and sang fairly. “I could sing well if I had a house and sons of my own,” remarked Sedit.
“I will build a sweat-house for him,” thought Kele, at last. “He may go through as I have. I don’t think he will, but I can let him try.”
The next night Kele made all sleep soundly. He went north a short distance and wished for a sweat-house. A mountain stood in front of him next moment. Kele went home before daylight and lay down. That day Sedit talked on as before.
“Come,” said Kele; and he took him to the new mountain. “You can live here if you like. This is your house.” Kele left him then.