"Grandmother, don't be afraid; it is I. Gowila is dead. I have killed him. I am wearing his skin. I am as big and as ugly as he was. I will go to his house to-night, I think. I have brought his liver and lights with me." "Go, grandson, go. I fear nobody now." Ilhataina went away, saying, "I will be here about sunrise to-morrow." He went north to Gowila's sweat-house, went a long way, went quickly, walked up to the house, was just like Gowila. A great many people lived in that house. All kinds of snake people were there,--rattlesnakes, bull-snakes, water-snakes, striped snakes, all kinds of snakes. He hung Gowila's liver and lights outside, went in, and sat down between Gowila's two wives. The dog lay down in his own place. The wives were Pupila women, two sisters. "Bring in the meat which I hung up outside and cook it," said Ilhataina to the elder wife. He cut the liver and lights into small bits, and the two women boiled them. There was a great steam and a strong smell from these pieces. All in the house were blind except the two wives, and only one of the blind people spoke, Gowila's younger brother. "I smell Gowila's flesh," said he. "How could you smell Gowila's flesh when I am Gowila?" Ilhataina was very angry, and dashed live coals through the house. All were terrified. All ate of the meat except Gowila's younger brother. He was very wise and wouldn't touch it. Ilhataina went out and found a great many legs around the house. Gowila had eaten the bodies of thousands of people and thrown the legs away. Ilhataina gathered these into one place and went back to the house. "Blind people," said he, "I wish you would sing, and you, my wives, dance for me. I'll go to sleep then." "We will sing," said they, "and dance." The blind people sang, and the two women danced. Soon the men and the two women stopped. Ilhataina made them all drowsy, and they fell asleep. Then he went out, fastened the door, and said,-- "I want the walls of this house to be covered with pitch." The whole house was covered with pitch, and then he set fire to it. Soon he heard terrible screaming inside and crowds running around in the sweat-house. None could get out, and all were burned to death quickly. Ilhataina tied the legs together with a long grapevine and carried them home. He was there about daylight. He placed them all in the river and went to the sweat-house. "Hide me, and then lie on your face with your arms under your head," said he to his grandmother. The old woman put him in one basket and covered him with another, then lay herself as he had directed. In the middle of the forenoon there was a great noise of people rising out of the river. They came in through the top of the sweat-house. When all were inside, the old woman stood up. All her people were alive there before her,--Demauna, Jupka, and others; all had come back. "Who brought us to life again?" asked Demauna. "Show me the person."