She crawls out of the rocks and dirt, runs home, finds the boy safe with his father. The people began now to talk of the wonderful boy. Soon every one was talking of him. There were many people in the place. Norpat Kodiheril was a very big village. "Some yapaitu is going to take that boy's life," said they; "some yapaitu will kill him." One morning the boy went down on the north side of the river with children, but apart from them, behind, by himself. He looked up, saw a great bird in the air flying above him. "Oh, if I had those wing feathers!" thought the boy. Then he blew upward and wished (olpuhlcha). That moment the great bird Komos Kulit fell down before him. Just after the bird fell he heard a voice in the sky, a voice high, very high up, crying,-- "Now, you little man, you must call yourself Kol Tibichi. You are to be the greatest Hlahi [doctor] on Wini Mem." "Look at that boy!" cried the other boys. "See! he has something." They were afraid when they saw the great bird, and the boy stretching the wings and handling the wonderful Komos Kulit. Some of them ran to his mother and said to her,-- "Your son has a very big bird. It fell down from the sky to him. We are afraid of that bird. We could not lift such a big bird." Old people ran down; saw the boy handling Komos Kulit. "How did you get that bird?" asked they. "Did he fall to you?" "Yes. I saw the shadow of a big bird on the ground. I looked up. It fell, and was here." The old people talked,--talked much, talked a long time. There were many of them. "We do not know what to do; we do not know what to think. We do not know why that bird fell," said some. "We ought not to talk about the bird, but we ought to think about this boy, find out what he is doing." "Oh," said others, "he made that bird fall by blowing at it. That boy will be a great Hlahi." The boy killed the bird with a yapaitu dokos (spirit flint); he wanted its wings. The father and mother of the boy said: "Two wise men should pull out the longest wing feathers for the boy. He wants them; he wants them to keep." "Let that be done," said the people; and they found two men to pull out the two longest wing feathers. The boy went to one side while they were pulling them, pretended not to see or care what they were doing; but the two men knew that he knew why he did so. When the two men had pulled out the feathers, the boy said to his father,-- "I like those feathers; save them for me; I want them." His father took the feathers home and saved them. Another time this boy was walking up Wini Mem--some time before he had been at a Hlahi dance, and had seen there beautiful collars of flicker-tail feathers, and remembered them. He walked forward and said to himself,-- "I wonder where that man found those feathers. I would like to have feathers like them." "Pluck a bunch of grass with your mouth," said the yapaitu, "drop it into your hand, and look at it."