“And they answered: ‘We saw nothing but a djo’lgi and it we killed.’
“‘Oh, oh! You bad children! You have killed my child!’ cried the woman. Then she suddenly caught the children and pushed them in through the open door and when they were all in she turned and said, ‘Door, bolt yourself.’
“Then the children trembled when they saw the door shut and bolt itself and they knew they were again in the power of black magic.
“But little sister had had nothing to do with the killing of the djo’lgi and she now whispered to the brother who had held a firm root in the earth when red feather tried to tear the crab-apple tree from the ground: ‘I will make medicine and smear some on you. That will turn you into a cinder so that you can fly up the smoke-hole and get out. Then find Blue Jay. With the medicine I smear on your head you can bring the djo’lgi back to life and let Blue Jay bring it home to the old woman. When she finds her child alive and happy she will let us all go.’
“The boy did as sister told him, and when he was outside the smoke-hole he flew about heaven until he found Blue Jay.
“So medicine was rubbed on the djo’lgi and he was brought back to life and carried home. There, a loud rap on the door made the old woman cry: ‘Who’s there?’
“And the djo’lgi answered: ‘It is your djo’lgi, mother, let me come in.’
“She ran and unbolted the door and was so happy to have her child back in her arms that she forgot to bolt the door again. Then the Blue Jay led the children forth and they all went to the big house on the Cliff where Blue Jay’s grandmother lived. Here a fine feast was spread for the visitors and after they had had all the juicy venison they could eat, Blue Jay said: ‘Come now, let us go to heaven.’
“But the grandmother said: ‘How can all these children crawl through safely when the clouds open and shut?’
“I’ll show them how and if they mind they will get in,’ replied the Blue Jay.