Ilhataina went out and found a great many legs around the house. Gowila had eaten the bodies of thousands of people and thrown the legs away. Ilhataina gathered these into one place and went back to the house.
“Blind people,” said he, “I wish you would sing, and you, my wives, dance for me. I’ll go to sleep then.”
“We will sing,” said they, “and dance.”
The blind people sang, and the two women danced. Soon the men and the two women stopped. Ilhataina made them all drowsy, and they fell asleep. Then he went out, fastened the door, and said,—
“I want the walls of this house to be covered with pitch.”
The whole house was covered with pitch, and then he set fire to it. Soon he heard terrible screaming inside and crowds running around in the sweat-house. None could get out, and all were burned to death quickly.
Ilhataina tied the legs together with a long grapevine and carried them home. He was there about daylight. He placed them all in the river and went to the sweat-house.
“Hide me, and then lie on your face with your arms under your head,” said he to his grandmother.
The old woman put him in one basket and covered him with another, then lay herself as he had directed.
In the middle of the forenoon there was a great noise of people rising out of the river. They came in through the top of the sweat-house. When all were inside, the old woman stood up. All her people were alive there before her,—Demauna, Jupka, and others; all had come back.