“Who brought us to life again?” asked Demauna. “Show me the person.”
The old woman took Ilhataina out of the basket and carried him to them. Demauna caught him in his arms. “Well done, my brother!” said he. All the rest called him brother.
“Let me have him,” said Ahalamila.
“No,” answered Demauna; “I will keep him myself.”
They asked the old woman where she had found Ilhataina. She would not tell.
“Will you sweat?” asked Ilhataina.
“Yes,” said all the people.
“I will bring wood,” said he.
When he ran out, the sweat-house danced in its place. All thought he was too small to carry wood, but when he snatched a tall fir the earth trembled. When he touched a big sugar-pine, he crushed it. He brought great trees in a moment, and when he put them down the place shivered. All were in terror.
When Ilhataina talked the whole world was afraid, and when he moved the ground which he walked on was quivering.