Before they got to the first mountain, the feather fell out of the baby’s hair and flew away on the wind.
Pitoíois screamed and said to her husband: “Hurry and overtake our brothers and tell them that as soon as they were out of sight their medicine feather fell out of the baby’s hair.”
He went very fast, but the brothers were over five mountains. He couldn’t overtake them, so he turned back.
The brothers came to a brook running through a wide meadow; there were trees on each side of the brook. They sat down under a tree and began to cry. The younger brother said: “I feel lonesome, as though I were going to die.”
“I feel so, too,” said the elder brother. “Let us travel fast; maybe we can get there to-day.”
They started, but hadn’t gone far when they saw Wus coming toward them. The younger brother screamed, and said: “I think this is the person you have been hunting for.”
When Wus met them, he asked: “Where are you going?”
“We are just traveling around.”
“You are like me; I have no home, I travel all the time. Who are you?”
“We can’t tell you who we are, but we are people.”