Blaiwas said: “Keep away from the Kúja sisters. From the waist up they are as red as blood. I have tried to get near them, but I couldn’t. Their fire was far away, but I was burning up.”
Old man Yahyáhaäs was visiting in Blaiwas’ village. He heard the men talking and he asked: “What are you talking about?”
“About the Kúja sisters,” said Blaiwas. “They don’t want to marry, and nobody can get near enough to see how they live. They are young girls, but when they are out hunting they look like men, and when they are digging roots, they are ugly, old women.”
“What are you afraid of?” asked Yahyáhaäs. “I came here for a wife; maybe I had better take one of those sisters; they would give me plenty of deer meat.”
“You’ll not get a wife here,” said Blaiwas. “My people have soft blankets and nice beads. Your blanket is stiff and so hard that it sticks out like a dry elk skin. The girls don’t like you.”
The next morning the sisters built a fire around Lokúmsis, a mountain in the west. Men called to Yahyáhaäs and said: “Look over there! That is what we were talking about yesterday. The Kúja sisters are out hunting.”
“I can go there and see how they look,” said Yahyáhaäs.
“Nobody can get near enough to see them,” said Blaiwas.
“I can go there and take their bows and arrows from them. They can’t hurt me, unless they throw me down.” [[161]]
“You had better stay away from those girls,” said Blaiwas, but Yahyáhaäs didn’t listen to what he said; he started off. He took a mountain at a step, but before he could get there, the sisters put out their fire and went home. They had heard everything the men said. Yahyáhaäs hunted for them all day, then he went back to Blaiwas’ village.