The eldest brother was coming, so Kāhkaas built a great fire. When the man got to the house he put down his basket of roots and looked in at the smoke hole; he looked all around, then asked: “Why did you scream?” “It was getting late; I wanted you to come home,” said Kāhkaas. Just then Wus sprang at Súbbas and cut off his head. He and Kāhkaas pulled the body in and hid it; then they put the head in the hole where the roots were. Again it began to snow; the second brother was coming. Soon he looked in at the smoke hole, and asked: “Why did you scream?” “I missed the step and fell into the house,” said Kāhkaas. “We have always told you to be careful,” said Súbbas. That moment Wus sprang up. Súbbas screamed, but Wus cut his head off and dragged the head and the body to the hole where the roots were. When the third brother came he asked: “What noise was that? I thought I heard my brother scream.” “I was screaming,” said Kāhkaas. “I wanted to hurry you home.” Wus killed the third brother, as he had the other two. Again it began snowing; the fourth brother was coming. Wus told Kāhkaas that he must work around as he always did. “You must not talk,” said Kāhkaas; “he will hear you. He is stronger than the other brothers.” Súbbas looked in at the smoke hole, and asked: “Why don’t you brush up the snow? What makes it so yellow?” “I’ve been walking in the ashes,” said Kāhkaas. Súbbas was just going to draw his head up out of the smoke hole and come down into the house, when Wus sprang at him and cut his head off. That time a good deal of blood was left. Kāhkaas couldn’t clean it up; it made the snow yellow. Wus was afraid the fifth brother would see the blood. “I will go outside and kill him,” said he. “You mustn’t do that,” said Kāhkaas. “If you do the other brothers will see you.” Súbbas was at the house now; he left his basket outside and looked in. “Why does it look so around here?” asked he. “It looks queer.” “Oh, I’ve worked around a good deal,” said Kāhkaas, “that is why it looks queer.” Súbbas stretched half his length in to see that no one was there and Wus sprang at him and cut his head off. “Now the other five brothers will come,” said Kāhkaas. “They come quicker, for it is getting late.” The fifth brother had screamed louder when Wus killed him. His brothers had heard his scream and they were running. Wus jumped out of the house and started for home. Kāhkaas picked up the bundle, put it on his back and followed. Both ran as fast as they could; sometimes Kāhkaas got ahead of Wus, then Wus was ahead. The wind blew terribly. Wus’ ears were filled with snow, and he was almost frozen. They were giving out when they reached the last house that Wus had built; the fire was still burning. They had just got warm when they heard the brothers coming, and started off again. They ran till Kāhkaas said: “I’m so tired I can’t run any farther!”