They went to a place about six miles beyond the river, where they found a sweat-house. "These are the first people we have seen," said Keriha. "We shall call this place Tsarau Heril." They stood near the door of the sweat-house. "Oh, my brother," said a big man who saw them and came to the door. "Yes," said Keriha, "you are our brother, you are Norwinte." Another came and said, "Oh, my brother!" "You are our brother, too," said Keriha; "you are Eltuluma." "It is dark. We do not know what to do," said Norwinte. "And we do not know," answered Keriha. "Not far from here are more people," said Norwinte. "Let us send to them to come here. Perhaps we may learn what to do." Norwinte sent a messenger to the north. He brought a new person soon, a good-looking man; and when this stranger had talked a while he said, "There is a person in the southeast who can help us." "Will you bring him here?" asked Norwinte. "I cannot go there," said the stranger. "You go, Keriha," said Norwanchakus. "No one can go there but you." Keriha went, and was not long gone. He brought back Patkilis. "My brother Patkilis, do you know of any more people anywhere?" "I know of no more people. I have seen none; but in the far east I hear shouting, with dancing and singing." "Well, my brother, I wish you would go and see what kind of people are making that noise there." "I will go," said Patkilis. "I don't think it is very far from here to where they are." Patkilis was gone a long time. When he came back, he said: "I saw many people, but they did not see me. There is a hill beyond the sky in the east. On the northern slope of it are houses. On the southern slope there are houses, also. A river flows from this hill westward. South of the hill every one is dancing. I went into the houses on the north side. All were empty except one. In the middle house of the village I found a blind boy. I looked around and saw much in the house. 'Why have you so many things here?' asked I of the boy. 'What are they good for? I live on the other side. We haven't such things in our houses.' He said nothing. I talked a long time to him, asked many questions, but got no answer. All he said was, 'My people have gone to dance.' There were piles of acorns inside and outside, great baskets of them put around everywhere. I sat down. 'What is this?' asked I. 'What is that? What is in those baskets there?' 'Oh, something,' said the blind boy; and that was all the answer he made. There were many bags, all full of something. I saw two small bags hanging in the house, and they were very full. 'What is in those small bags that are so full?' asked I. 'Can you tell me, little boy?' 'Why do you want to know everything?' asked the blind boy. I asked about those two bags in different ways, but he wouldn't tell me for a long time. I teased him and teased him to tell. 'You want to know everything,' said he, at last; 'I will tell you. In one is Puriwa.' 'Well, what is in the other bag? Tell me.