Jamuka dressed the deer, carried them home, and cut up the venison for drying. Next evening Juka’s son sent the girls home a second time, and killed five great deer that night. Next morning the girls came to see him, and ran home in wonder.
Their father was very glad. He dressed the five deer as he had the four, and cut up the venison.
Tsore Jowa was hunting everywhere all this time to find her brother. She had left the hearts, her sister’s body, and her father hidden away carefully; had done nothing yet to save them.
The night after Juka’s son killed the five deer the two girls took him home to their father. He was well now and beautiful, in good health and strong. He cried no more after that. A salt spring was formed in the place where he had fallen and shed so many tears. The spring is in that place till this day, and deer go in herds to drink from it. People watch near the spring and kill them, as Juka’s son did. Tsore Jowa went to every house inquiring about her brother. At last she came to Jamuka’s house, and there she found him. She was glad now and satisfied. She left her brother with his two wives and hurried home.
Tsore Jowa made in one night a great sweat-house, prepared a big basket, and filled it with water. When the second night came, she dropped hot stones into the water; put all the hearts into the basket. Opening her sister’s body, she took out her heart and put it in with the others. At this time the water in the basket was boiling. She covered the basket and placed it on top of the sweat-house. Then she went in, lay down and slept.
The water was seething all night. At daybreak the basket turned over, and there was a crowding and hurrying of people around the sweat-house. They began to talk briskly.
“We are cold, we are cold!” said they. “Let us in!”
Soon broad daylight came. Tsore Jowa opened the door, and all crowded into the sweat-house. Tsore Jowa said not a word yet. All the brothers came; behind them Haka Lasi. She looked well, she was good. Her heart was clean; there was nothing bad now in it.
“Where is our eldest brother?” asked all.
“He is well; I have found him. He has two wives,” said Tsore Jowa.