They went on till they came to a hill. There were no trees on the hill, but it was covered with grass, and from the top of the hill they could see a long distance.
“Let us stay here,” said the little boy. “Let us have this hill for our home.”
“No,” said his brother, “this is a lonely world; I don’t [[110]]want to stay. We will go where we can be of use; we will go to where the sun comes up.”
Then they talked about which one they would rather serve, Sun or Moon. The elder brother said: “I would rather serve Sun.” The younger said: “I would like to serve Moon, for then people can’t see me.”
“People will always look at us,” said his brother. “They will watch for us, and be glad when they see us.”
Soon the boys came to a wide plain at the foot of a mountain. They dug roots, cleaned, and ate them, then climbed the mountain. “This mountain,” said the elder boy, “is brother to Salwáhe. Hereafter people will come to this place for rock to make knives of.”
“Let us stay here,” said the little boy.
“No,” said his brother. “I know what it is best to do; I am older than you are. This world isn’t for us to live in always.”
That night they camped at a place which the elder brother named Wélosina. The next morning they climbed a hill, and looking down into the valley on the other side, saw a great dirt house.
“When shall we get to that house?” asked the little boy.