Wus heard his grandmother’s voice and it gave him some strength. He was only bones; there was no flesh on his body. He started, went a little way, then sat down and rested. He was too weak to go far. Every evening old Wuswelékgăs called: “My grandson, my grandson! where are you now?” And she kept asking the earth to give back his mind. She talked to Wus, and said: “When you were a child you went to the great mountain and it gave you power. Now you must go again, and you will get strength. The mountain will give you your mind.” Wus heard this and grew strong. He went to the top of Wewékeni, and lay there five days and five nights. He thought: “I shall get my mind back here. I am lying on the head of Wewékeni. I am lying where all living things get their mind. I shall get my mind from the head of this mountain.” He was glad. He talked loud, and as he talked he looked toward the west, then toward the east, and told how he suffered. He looked north and then south; he talked all the time, asked for power. His mind came back to him a little at a time. Then he asked in the same way for flesh to come on his body. He heard his grandmother say: “Your little boy is dead. You must come and see the only boy you have.” Before he started, Wus spoke to the mountain, and said: “You are my mountain. I thank you for giving me back my mind.” When the boy saw his father, he felt lonesome. The grandmother asked: “Why are you lonesome?” “I am thinking of my little brother.” “Don’t think of him; think of your father,” said the old woman. The next day Wus remembered his first cousin, Kaiutois. He wanted to see him. His grandmother didn’t want him to go; she said: “Why do you leave me? I thought you would stay here always.” Wus said: “I must go; I don’t feel well here.” “There will be many bad places along the road,” said the old woman. “You will meet Wekómpmas. He carries great stones on his back; he has dug deep holes around his house, and when a man falls into one of them, he throws stones on to him and kills him.” Wus wouldn’t stay; he wasn’t afraid. He started off and soon he met Wekómpmas, a big, old man. In his house he had five yans [12] hung up; they were his medicine, and he didn’t let any one touch or go near them. Just as Wus met him, Wekómpmas turned and ran home; he felt that some one had touched his medicine. Two men went to Wekómpmas’ house; one was a fool. He talked smart and felt smart, but always did foolish things. Those men saw the yans, and the foolish one said: “Let’s eat them. Old Wekómpmas says they are medicine. I don’t believe it. If we eat them and they make us vomit blood, we shall know.” Wekómpmas’ sister tried to stop them, but couldn’t. As soon as they had eaten one yan, she climbed a tree near the house and drew up her child. Then she listened for her brother.