“They got up and flew off,” said Wus. “Hereafter, they will travel in that way, but they will be people no longer.”
All the old Wálwilégas women were crying, for their daughters were no longer people. The girls had lost their minds. They had become common butterflies.
After Wus had eaten enough, he said: “I am going now.”
The woman was afraid he would turn them all to animals; she told her husband to hurry to the river where their son was fishing and tell him to get out of the way.
Wus knew their thoughts; he could hear them as if they talked aloud, and he said: “I won’t hurt you or your son.”
When the young man saw Wus coming he hid and Wus went by, didn’t see him.
When Wus got home, his mother asked: “Did you see those nice-looking girls? Did they give you roots to eat?”
“No, they treated me meanly. They are nothing now. They have no minds.”
Wus and his mother moved away from the foot of the mountain, but Djáudjau wouldn’t go. He said: “I am named for the mountains and I will never leave them.”
Old Djáudjau is hunting on those mountains yet. People who travel on high mountains often hear him calling his own name. Wus and his mother went to Klamath Lake, and people say that they live there now. [[219]]