The basket was almost at the sky when Metsi said to himself, “I wonder how far up we are; I want to see.” And he made a little hole in the bottom of the basket to peep through and look down.
That instant the basket burst open; all came out, poured down, a great stream of people, and all fell straight into the fire of the sweat-house.
Now, Tsore Jowa was outside on top of the basket. She caught at the sun, held to it, and saved herself.
Hitchinna went down with the rest, fell into the burning coals, and was burned like his brothers.
Haka Lasi was glad that they had not escaped her; she took a stick, fixed a net on it, and watched.
All were in the fire now and were burning. After a while one body burst, and the heart flew out of it. Haka Lasi caught this heart in her net. Soon a second and a third body burst, and two more hearts flew out. She caught those as well as the first one. She caught all the hearts except two,—Juka’s own heart and his eldest son’s heart.
Juka’s heart flew high, went away far in the sky, and came down on the island of a river near Klamath Lake. It turned into Juka himself there. He sank in the ground to his chin; only his head was sticking out.
The heart of the eldest son flew off to the foot of Wahkalu and turned to be himself again. He fell so deep into the earth that only his face was sticking out on the surface.
Now Haka Lasi put all the hearts which she had caught on a string, hung them around her neck, and went to a lake east of Jigulmatu. She wanted to live at the bottom of the lake, but could not find a place deep enough. So she went northwest of Klamath Lake to Crater Lake, where she could live in deep water.
Two Tsanunewa brothers lived near the lake with their old grandmother. One morning early these brothers were out catching ducks, and just at daybreak they heard some one call.