It was just dark when they got to Tsmuk’s house. Wus made his eyes bright and told Pap not to look at him. “What can you do?” asked Pap. Wus turned his body dark blue, and Pap couldn’t see him. “Where are you?” he asked. “I am right here,” said Wus. “Now do you think I can do things? You can go home. I will go into the house. If I get into trouble, I will come back to you.” Wus went into Tsmuk’s house and sat down by Iúnika. He was as dark as she was. When he touched her she screamed; she knew Wus was there. Wus was scared; he ran out of the house and back to Pap’s. Pap was afraid that old man Tsmuk would blame him, so he left his wife and went home with Wus (that is why there are Paps in Oregon; there were none there till that man went home with Wus). They didn’t camp on the road; they traveled day and night. Old woman Wus was glad to see her son. She said: “Blaiwas is angry about his sister.” “Why does he blame me?” asked Wus. “I have traveled over a great many mountains. I have not been around here. I started long ago. What does he say?” “He says that you killed Kûlta and his wife.” “I am not going to stay here,” said Wus. “I am going to travel around.” After that he and Pap wandered from place to place. The old woman stayed at home. FROG STEALS DEER’S BABY CHARACTERS Blaiwas Eagle Kāhkaas Stork Kówe Frog Lok Bear Swaiä Deer Tcíkas Wren Tcûskai Weasel Tokwa Mole Tsiwididik Road Runner Tskel Mink Tusasás Joker (Skunk) Wámanik Bull Snake Wekwek Magpie Swaiä and her husband lived at the head of Sprague River, near a flat where there were many roots. Swaiä had a baby, which she carried around strapped on a board. One day when she was digging roots, Kówe came along, and said: “Let me take care of your baby; then you can dig faster.” Swaiä’s husband had told her not to let Kówe touch the baby, but Swaiä thought: “I will not go far; I can watch Kówe all the time.” Kówe took the baby on her back and sat in a spring that was right there where the mother was digging. After a while Swaiä said: “You needn’t sit so long in one place; you can walk around a little.” “I never dig roots. I will stay right here. I am afraid if I move around, the baby will cry.” She held the baby all day, and Swaiä dug a great many roots. That night Swaiä’s husband told her to always keep her eyes on Kówe; if she didn’t they might lose their baby. Kówe might steal it. The next day Kówe said: “You can go as far as you like. You needn’t watch. If the baby cries, I will take him to you.” Kówe took such good care of the child that Swaiä began to feel easy, so she went farther and farther. Once in a while she called: “Is the baby crying?” “No,” said Kówe, “the baby is good,” and she began to carry it around. Swaiä said: “Don’t go near the spring again. If the baby drank water, it might make him sick.”