Lok and other people lived on a flat where there were wild cherry trees and plum trees. Wus was in love with Lok’s daughter. When she went with the other women to get cherries, he turned into a nice-looking young man and tried to get near her. Sometimes he braided his hair and put a big feather in it, but Lok’s daughter always knew him, for she could see hair between his toes, no matter how he was dressed. (Wus had toes like a man’s toes, but between the toes were long hairs. He could never hide his feet.) One day, when Wus had on a blanket and leggings covered with beads and porcupine quills, and looked like a rich young man, he tried to talk with Blaiwas’ sister, but she saw his feet and knew he was Wus. When he caught hold of her, she pulled away, and said: “I know you. You are Wus.” “How do you know that I am Wus?” “I can see the hair between your toes.” Wus was mad; he left her and went back to the mountain, to Piéamtcir, where he and his mother lived. Wus never bothered Kaiutois’ daughter, for he called Kaiutois brother. One day she said to him: “You should go away from here. The girls don’t like you; they always see the hair between your toes.” That night Wus’ mother said: “If you don’t stay at home, you will get into trouble with the chief. He doesn’t want you to bother those girls.” “I want Blaiwas’ sister for a wife,” said Wus. “Don’t think about her,” said his mother. “Blaiwas has given her to a man who lives in the lake.” “I don’t care if he has; I will have her.” His mother told him to let the girl alone, but he was so mad he wouldn’t listen to her. The next morning he said: “I am going to catch Blaiwas’ sister to-day. After I have caught her, I will go to Blaiwas’ house. If he don’t like me, he can throw me out.” His mother said: “That young man has taken her away.” “If he hasn’t more power than I have, I will get her,” said Wus. When he came to the flat where the girls were picking cherries, he asked: “Where is Blaiwas’ sister?” “She has a man now,” said Kaiutois’ daughter. “She has gone away with him.” “Who is he?” “He is the youngest of the five Kûlta brothers. He lives in the East, far from here.” The next day Wus told his mother he was going to travel around to see people, and he started off. As Wus traveled, he sang his love song. One day a Kûlta girl heard him and told her father that some man was coming. “You must stay in the house,” said the father. “That is Wus. He feels badly because my nephew has taken Blaiwas’ sister.” Old Kûlta was fishing. He called to the fish, and said: “I want to feed that young man.” Then he put his basket at the edge of the water, and said: “Come now, come into my basket!” Right away his basket was full of fish. When Wus came to the river, Kûlta said: “This is the first time you have visited me. You feel badly because my nephew has taken Blaiwas’ sister away from you.” Wus was mad, but he didn’t say a word.