Kumush sprang up. “Oh, I was sleeping!” said he.
Wanaga turned back. He wished for a wide river to flow between him and his brother, and right away it was there. Kumush traveled up and down the river. After a long time he found a ford and crossed. Wanaga was on Pitcowa flat, where a great deal of ges was growing. He got two sticks, umda, sharp at both ends, took them out on the flat, showed them the ges, and said: “Work hard. Dig lots of ges!”
They dug fast and made a great many piles of ges. At sundown, Wanaga went to the flat; he washed a few roots and ate them; they were nice and white, and the skin came off of itself. He carried the sticks back to his camp. The next day, when Kumush came, Wanaga gave him plenty of roots to eat.
“How did you get all of these roots?” asked Kumush.
“I made two sticks, one straight, the other bent. Then I took them to the flat and told them to dig.”
Kumush cut five sticks and sharpened them at both ends. [[50]]Wanaga said: “You must take them to the flat and leave them; you mustn’t go near them till sundown.”
Kumush took his sticks to the flat, put a basket by each stick, and said: “You must work hard; you must dig plenty of roots.” He went back, but he couldn’t wait, and in a few minutes he ran over to see if the umda were digging fast. That made them mad and they stopped digging. He went back again, for he thought that when he was out of sight they would go to work, but they didn’t.
The next morning Wanaga made small, and put into two baskets, the piles of ges his sticks had dug. (When he wanted to, he poured out the ges, thought hard, and it was big again.)
Kumush was so mad that he broke up his sticks and threw them away.
Wanaga took his sticks to the flat, stuck them in the ground, and said: “Grow here and be of use to people in later times.”