Each time the old woman brought in a basketful of ducks, she asked: “Are you here, boys?” and the spirit in the wood and the fire answered: “We are here.”
She found blood in the canoe, and wondered where it came from. When she got hold of the head, she screamed and ran to the house. She pulled her clothes off and was going to kill her grandsons. “Where are you?” cried she.
“We are in the corner.”
She went there, but didn’t find them. Then she called again: “Where are you?”
“We are on the top of the house.”
She looked for them there, then called: “Where are you?”
“We are in the grass of the house.” The house was made of twigs and grass. [[107]]
Then they said they were among the wood. She pulled the logs apart and threw them out, but she didn’t find the boys. “We are in the canoe.” She went there, and when she failed to find them, she screamed: “Where are you?”
“We are where your roots are.”
She scattered the roots.