The younger sister was angry at this; hurried down the tree, ran home, and told her father that her sister and Hapawila were talking to each other in the tree-top.
Old Kedila said nothing, and went to bed. A few minutes later the elder sister was at home. She, too, ran from Hapawila when she saw him the third time.
Early next morning Kedila was very angry. He caught his elder daughter, thrust her into the fire, burned her, and threw her out of doors. The younger sister took up her sister’s body, and cried bitterly. After a while she carried it to a spring, crying as she carried it. She washed her sister’s body in the water. It lay one night in the spring. At daylight next morning the elder sister came out of the water alive, with all her burns cured and not a sore left on her.
“Where can we go now? Our father is angry; he will kill us if we go home,” said the younger sister.
Both started west, singing as they travelled.
“I wish that I had a basket with every kind of nice food in it,” said the younger sister toward evening. Soon a basket was right there. It dropped down in front of her. She looked. There were pine nuts in the basket, different roots, and nice food to eat.
Now, Jewinna lived in the west. He had a very large sweat-house and many people. His youngest and only living son he kept wrapped up and hidden away in a bearskin.
At sunset the two girls came to Jewinna’s house, and put down their basket of roots near the doorway. Jewinna’s wife went out and brought in the two girls. Jewinna himself spread out a bearskin and told the girls to sit on it. He said to his son, who was wrapped up and hidden away,—
“Come out and sit down with these two young girls who have come to us.”
The youth looked through a small hole in his bearskin; saw the two women, but said nothing; didn’t come out. When night fell, the two girls went to sleep. Next morning they rose, washed, dressed, and combed nicely. Then they went eastward, went toward their father’s house.