"Well," said East Wind, "I do not know the way, but my brother, South Wind, may be able to show it to you. Good-by." Magbolotó went on, and at last met South Wind. "Magbolotó, Magbolotó, why are you weeping?" asked South Wind. "Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me in any way," said Magbolotó. "Tell me your trouble and I will help you," answered South Wind. Then Magbolotó told him his story, just as he had done to North Wind and East Wind. "Well," said South Wind, "I do not know the way to heaven, but my brother, West Wind, can tell you the course to be taken to get there. Good-by." Magbolotó went on and on, and at last met West Wind. "Magbolotó, Magbolotó, why are you weeping?" asked West Wind. "Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me in any way," answered Magbolotó. "Tell me your trouble and I will help you," answered West Wind, and Magbolotó did as he was bidden. "Magbolotó," said West Wind, "I don't know the way to heaven, but my friend, Mr. Eagle, does. Good-by." Magbolotó went on until he met Mr. Eagle. "Magbolotó, Magbolotó, why are you weeping?" asked Mr. Eagle. "Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me in any way," answered Magbolotó. "Tell me your trouble and I will help you," replied Mr. Eagle. Then Magbolotó told Mr. Eagle his trouble. "Magbolotó," said Mr. Eagle, "get upon my back and I will carry you to your wife's home." Magbolotó climbed upon Mr. Eagle's back and they flew up until they reached Macaya's house. Then Magbolotó requested Macaya's grandmother, with whom she lived, to let her granddaughter return to earth with him. "By no means," said the grandmother, "unless you will spread ten jars of luñga (a certain very small grain) out to dry and gather them again in the evening." So Magbolotó spread the jars of luñga on the sand, and at noon began to gather them up; but sunset had come before he had gathered more than five handfuls, so he sat down and began to cry like a little boy. The king of the ants heard him, and wishing to help him, asked:--"Magbolotó, Magbolotó, why are you weeping?" "Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me." "Tell me about it and I will help you." So Magbolotó told the king of the ants all his history, and the condition imposed by the grandmother before he could have his wife, and how impossible it was to fulfil it. "Well, Magbolotó, you shall be helped," said the king of the ants. Then he blew his horn, and in a little while all his subjects came, and began picking up the grain and putting it into the jars. In a few moments all the grain was in the jars. The next morning Magbolotó went to get his wife, but the grandmother stopped him, saying:-- "You shall not take my granddaughter away until you have first hulled a hundred bushels of rice."