The two old maids wearing the skins of Sukonia's wives were making acorn porridge. When it was almost ready, Sukonia looked at the two women. They seemed like his wives, and he was in doubt, till all at once he thought: "I will ask them to bring water from the spring. If they know where the water is, they are my wives; if not, they are false." "Bring me water, my wife," said he to one of the women. She stood up, took a water basket, turned toward the door, and said to Chikpitpa, "Come out with me for water, my little brother-in-law." "Wait," said Sukonia. "You need not go now." She came back to the fire and sat down with her sister. Sukonia knew now that those were strange women. "Whip me," said Chikpitpa to his brother, "I will cry, roll around and kick. I will kick those nasty frogs! I will kill them." When the acorn porridge was boiling hard, Sukonia struck Chikpitpa with a switch and scolded him: "Why are you crying? I can do nothing, you cry so." The boy rolled on the floor, cried more than ever, kicked, rolled around, kicked as hard as he could, rolled toward the fire and kicked, kicked one woman into the boiling porridge, kicked the other one into the burning fire, and in this way he killed the false sisters. Chikpitpa was glad; he laughed. Sukonia threw the two women out doors, and mourned all that night for his wives. Next morning early he rose and said, "Stay home to-day, all of you." "Where are you going?" asked Chikpitpa. "Stay here, my little brother," said Sukonia. "I am going somewhere." Sukonia followed the trail of his wives, reached the place where the Ichpul sisters had stopped them, and found their dead bodies. He took out his bow-string of deer sinew, struck the two women, called them, raised them to life. "How were you killed?" asked Sukonia; "how did it happen? Did you go to the Ichpul house?" "We did not go to that house; those two women were out on the road and they stopped us. They asked us to sit down and talk with them. We were afraid to sit, afraid to refuse. We sat down, and they killed us." Sukonia took his wives home. When they were in sight of the house, Chikpitpa was on the roof watching. "Oh, those are your sisters-in-law," said he to Tsore Jowa; and he ran out to meet them. "Go, now, to your father," said Sukonia, next morning. "Carry presents and venison to him, and be here at sunset." The two sisters rose early, took two baskets, and started. At noon they were at their father's house. Old Jahtaneno was glad when he looked at his daughters and saw the nice presents. "Our husband told us to go home to-day, and we cannot stay long with you." They took back many presents from their father, and were home at sunset. They met no trouble on the way. The Ichpul sisters were dead, and Metsi did not meet them a second time. THE FINDING OF FIRE PERSONAGES After each name is given that of the creature or thing into which the personage was changed subsequently.