When Yaulilik was almost home, the girls got out of the basket and began to unwrap their brother, but he jumped up and ran away. He was afraid if he spoke his sisters would die again. When Yaulilik opened the sweat-house door, the three ran out; they were glad to see her. The girls were well, but their bodies were tender, and Yaulilik wouldn’t let them go far from the house. One day, when the younger sister was digging roots, she looked toward Mlaiksi, and right away she wanted to go there. When she carried her roots home, she said to her mother: “To-morrow I am going to Mlaiksi to gather seeds.” Yaulilik said: “You can’t go there; you are not strong enough.” The elder sister said: “Your feet are too tender to climb that mountain.” The girl waited two days, then she said: “To-morrow I am going to Mlaiksi to gather seeds.” In the morning she asked her mother to feed her. The elder sister said: “If you go, I shall go.” Then Cogátkis began to cry; he wanted to go with his sisters. When his mother gave each of the girls water for the road he screamed. Yaulilik said to her daughters: “Your brother feels lonesome; let him go with you.” The elder sister said: “If the lolus seeds are not ripe, we shall come home. He is little; he can’t travel fast.” The younger sister was sorry for her brother, so she tied his hair in a knot on the top of his head and told her mother to take him to Duilas (Little Shasta). From Duilas, through the power of his hair, he could see them when they were on the mountain. The sisters started toward Mlaiksi, and Yaulilik took Cogátkis to Duilas. Cogátkis could watch his sisters, and he could talk with his mother, though the house was a long way off. The sisters gathered seeds all day. When it was nearly dark, the elder sister asked: “Shall we stay here to-night?” “We have only a few seeds,” said the younger sister. “We can stay all night and fill our baskets in the morning.” When Cogátkis saw them picking up wood, he went home. Early the next morning he went again to Duilas. The girls were busy gathering seeds, so Cogátkis called to his mother: “They are at work again!” At midday the younger sister said: “I want water; where can we get some?” “I don’t know. There is no water near here.” They were at the foot of Mlaiksi. The younger sister looked at the mountain, and said: “High up there is a green place; maybe there is water there. I will go and see.” She climbed the mountain till she came to soft ground, then went higher and came to a place where the ground was moist. She dug down and found mud, but no water; she went higher, and this time, when she came to moist earth and dug down, she found a little water. She called her sister, and both drank of the water and then filled their water baskets.