“They wouldn’t like such a big man as you are,” said Wisnik.
“I can turn to a small man, if I want to.”
“Maybe they have men,” said Wisnik.
“We will go and find out,” said Wámanik. “I must have those girls.”
“You stay at home,” said Wisnik, “and I will go. Maybe you would frighten them.”
Wisnik always sang as he traveled. On the road to the old man’s house he sang all the time, sang loud.
When the second sister went to the spring for water, she heard some one singing, far off; when she got back to the house, she said: “Some one on the mountain is singing. I like the song: it sounds nice.” The eldest sister said: “Maybe the [[230]]chief of the mountain is out hunting. Wámanik always sings when he is tracking deer.”
They looked toward the mountain and listened. Soon they saw Wisnik coming. He had a bow and arrows. He was playing on the bowstring and singing.
The youngest sister always worked, dug roots and helped her mother. The two older sisters were lazy; they sat around, they wouldn’t work. Their hair touched the ground; they wore bead-covered dresses, and white caps made of deer fat.
When old Djáudjau saw Wisnik, he asked: “Where did you come from?”