A LONG time ago, when Jupka and Bohkuina were sitting in the sweat-house Jigulmatu, Jupka called to him people of the Mapchemaina; he called Demauna, Wirula, Matauwila, Topuna, Ahalamila, Manjauchu, Kechowala, Malwila, Gagi, and many others. He did not make them; he just called, and they came from different parts of the earth to him. He gave them their names and said,—
“Hereafter all who live in the world will call you as I do now.”
One side of Jigulmatu was filled with these people called up by Jupka.
“This is Jigulmatu, my small sweat-house,” said Jupka, “but I am going to make my Igunna” (great house); and later he made Wahkalu (Mount Shasta), made it to be his great house, but he lived at Jigulmatu till he made the Yana, and went to Jigulmatu often afterward.
At this time Tsuwalkai Marimi, an old woman, had reared a small boy. His name was Tsanunewa. She called the boy grandson, and he called her his grandmother. He was an orphan. All his kindred were dead; all had been killed one after another, and he was alone when the old woman found the boy and reared him.
“I want to go west and catch mice,” said Tsanunewa one day to her.
“I don’t want you to go away from the house. I don’t want you to trap mice; you might go astray; you might get killed,” said the old woman.
Tsanunewa began to cry. He cried and teased till at last she said: “Go, if you wish, but be careful; you may get hurt. The traps may fall on you; something may kill you.”
The old woman made acorn bread for him, and showed him how to set rock traps and other traps, and how to bait them with acorns.
“Stay around the house,” said she. “You must not go near that rocky mountain off there. That is a bad place, a very bad place; it is dangerous. You must not go to it.”