"Oh, no," said one old man. "Waida Werris is bad. I don't want to see him." "We have heard that he is good," said others. "We want to see him." So they were divided. Waida Werris smoked a while in silence. At last Waida Dikit bent toward Patkilis and Sedit and asked,-- "What do you think, shall I let people see Waida Werris or not?" "They want to see him," answered the two. "You have invited them and invited him. If people wish to see Waida Werris, let them see him." "Where shall I let them see him?" "Let all the people go outside the sweat-house," said Patkilis, "and stand in two long rows, one on each side of the door, and let Waida Werris go out between them. If he goes out, every one can look at him; only a few would see him inside the house." "Very well," answered Waida Dikit. "Now all you people go outside the house." Tsaroki opened the door, and went out first. All followed, each saying as he went, "It is dark: we shall not see Waida Werris." "You can see him in the dark," said Waida Dikit. "Join hands, all of you, and go around to the north side of the sweat-house." "Go you," said Waida Dikit to Tsudi, "and search inside. Tell me when all the people are out." Tsudi searched everywhere. "All have gone out," said he. Waida Dikit closed the door and said: "Some of you people are sleepy, but wake up, open your eyes, be ready to see--look north." "What can we do here? Why did we come out in the dark?" asked a certain Chirchihas. "We can see nothing at this time of night;" and, turning to Lutchi, he asked: "Have you seen him, or his brother? What sort of a place do they live in?" "I cannot tell you now; you will see him soon." "Be ready, all of you," said Waida Dikit. "Look north." All looked. There was a pointed mountain not far away, and straight out before them. They saw a small light rising till it reached the top of that mountain; there it settled, and soon it seemed near them, just a few steps from the faces of the people. That was Waida Werris. The place around was as if in daylight. All could see him; all looked at him. "Now, you people, there is Waida Werris before you; do you see him?" "We see him." "Hereafter all people will see him there in the north, as you see him now," said Waida Dikit. "Come back to the sweat-house, all of you." Tsaroki opened the door, and all went in. "We will talk," said the old man, "then eat, and after that separate." Day had come--there was light in the sweat-house. They heard some one coming, and soon they saw an old woman in the door. This was Tunhlucha Pokaila. She would not go in, but stood a while holding in both hands two beautiful baskets of water. These she put down at the door, looked in, and went away. Waida Dikit took the baskets, put them on the ground north of the fire, and said,-- "Here is a little water, but come all and use it,--wash."