“Take this grapevine root,” said they. “Throw it to the place where you thrust in the pole at the foot of Bohem Puyuk.”
He threw the root. One end of it went into the mountain, the other hung out; from this water flowed.
“This will be called Wini Mem,” said the grandmothers. “The country around it will be good; many people will go there to live in the future.”
The grandmothers gave a second root, a tule root, and Olelbis threw this far up north, where one end stuck in the ground as had the grapevine root, and from the other end flowed Pui Mem—there is much tule at the head of Pui Mem to this day.
Olelbis took his sky pole again and made deep furrows down southward from Bohema Mem, large ones for large rivers and smaller ones for creeks. Water flowed and filled the furrows, flowed southward till it reached the place where Kuntihle found the first fish; and when the large river reached that little pond, fish went out of it into the river, and from the river into all creeks and rivers.
When the rivers were finished, and water was running in them, Olelbis saw an acorn tree in the east, outside the sky. He looked on the north side of the tree and saw some one hammering. He hurled a stone from his sling, struck down the person, and sent Tilitchi to bring him. Tilitchi brought him.
“Of what people is this one?” asked he of the old women.
“He is of a good people,” answered they. “Put him on the central pillar of the sweat-house; we call him Tsurat.”
Tsurat was only stunned. When Tsurat was taken to the central pillar, he climbed it, stopping every little while and hammering. The sound which he made, “Ya-tuck! ya-tuck!” was heard outside the sweat-house,—a good sound; all liked to hear it.
Olelbis saw on the same tree another of the same family. When he was brought, the old women said, “This is Min Taitai; put him on the ground east of the fire”—the fire was in the middle.