“I have seen him a good many times,” said Wisnik. “It is strange you have never seen him; you often travel around near where he lives. His father is old man Djáudjau. He belongs to this mountain; he has lots of power. The young man has three sisters, nice-looking girls.” “I have never seen him,” said Wámanik, “but his song is nice; I like it. You must go and get those girls for me.” “They wouldn’t like such a big man as you are,” said Wisnik. “I can turn to a small man, if I want to.” “Maybe they have men,” said Wisnik. “We will go and find out,” said Wámanik. “I must have those girls.” “You stay at home,” said Wisnik, “and I will go. Maybe you would frighten them.” Wisnik always sang as he traveled. On the road to the old man’s house he sang all the time, sang loud. When the second sister went to the spring for water, she heard some one singing, far off; when she got back to the house, she said: “Some one on the mountain is singing. I like the song: it sounds nice.” The eldest sister said: “Maybe the chief of the mountain is out hunting. Wámanik always sings when he is tracking deer.” They looked toward the mountain and listened. Soon they saw Wisnik coming. He had a bow and arrows. He was playing on the bowstring and singing. The youngest sister always worked, dug roots and helped her mother. The two older sisters were lazy; they sat around, they wouldn’t work. Their hair touched the ground; they wore bead-covered dresses, and white caps made of deer fat. When old Djáudjau saw Wisnik, he asked: “Where did you come from?” “From home,” said Wisnik. Djáudjau could always talk with people’s thoughts without their knowing it, and right away he knew why Wisnik had come. Old woman Djáudjau got the young man something to eat. The eldest sister said: “I am hungry. I am going to get something to eat.” The second sister said: “I am hungry, too,” and they started off. Their food was the inside bark of pine trees. Their mother had told them to always begin at the bottom of the tree and work up, for if they began at the top the bark would fall, and kill them. While the girls were gone, old woman Djáudjau said to Wisnik: “You have never been here before, and I have never seen you traveling around.” “I am on the mountains all the time,” said Wisnik. “I often see you. I came here because my chief sent me. He wants to know what you think about your daughters; he wants to marry them.” Old man Djáudjau said: “My son has gone somewhere; he takes care of those girls.” In his heart he was afraid of Wisnik. “My son wants to get good men for his sisters. He doesn’t want them to be abused. You must stay till he comes; then he will tell you what he thinks.” At midday the young man came with a large deer on his back. He was frightened when he saw Wisnik. Wisnik looked at him hard; he thought he was nice.