The two girls set down their baskets and filled them. “I wish that man would come,” said one sister to the other, “the man we dreamed of last night.”
They put down their hands to take the baskets. Juiwaiyu caught their hands. They looked around, saw him, and were frightened.
“Why are you frightened? I dreamed of you last night, you dreamed of me. Go home, go ahead, hurry forward, I will follow; I will be at your father’s house soon.”
They put the baskets on their backs, ran quickly, reached home soon, threw down the baskets outside the doorway, and rushed into the sweat-house.
“What are you scared at, my daughters? You saw some young man in the woods, I think,” said Pahnino, their mother, who was making acorn bread outside the doorway. “I think that some brother-in-law was watching you near the mountain.”
“You have never seen the man we met,” said the sisters.
Pahnino went to look; she looked carefully, but saw no man coming toward her from any side. The two sisters spread a black bearskin and sat on it, sat near each other and waited. The old man went out to look, put his hand over his eyes to see a new son-in-law, but could see no one. Juiwaiyu was on the house now; he went down through the central pillar, passed through the ground, and came up between Damhauja’s two daughters. Pahnino Marimi walked in at that moment to scold her daughters. She looked, and saw Juiwaiyu between them.
“Some one is sitting with our daughters,” said she to the old man.
Damhauja went for his pipe, put in crushed bones of Mapchemaina, and handed the pipe to his daughters.
“Give this to my son-in-law,” said he.