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child said to his elder brother. Then Spring-child shot, and after he 

 had shot there was a movement in the sweat-house. "Now, Door- 

 child, you shoot," he told his younger brother. Then the other one 

 shot upward.' and the sweat-house shook more. "Now, my father, 

 once more. Then lift up the covering of the sweat-house quickly, and 

 my mother will come out." Thus Door-child said, and then he told 

 his elder brother. Spring-child: "Well, shoot. Our mother is about 

 to come out." Then he ^hot, and after he had shot, he called : "Look 

 out, mother ! Look out ! Look out !" And when he had called to his 

 mother he said to his father: "Open it so that my mother can come 

 out!" Then he opened it for her, and, when he had opened it, the 

 woman came out of the sweat-house alive. She was just as she had 

 been when she was living. 



Then the man's sons went out to shoot. He told them : "Do 

 not go where the timber is thick along the creeks. Listen to me. Do 

 not go near there. A powerful one lives there. It is he who killed 

 your mother. He is called Tangled-hair, or Open-brain. He is called 

 by two names." When he had told them this, his sons went off to 

 shoot. "Come," said one of the boys, "let us to to that place that our 

 father told us of, to see who lives there. Come, let us go." x Thus 

 Spring-child said, and they went to this place where their father had 

 told them not to go. "At any rate, let us go over to see how this man 

 looks who killed our mother," they said. Then they went there, and 

 when they arrived he said to them: "Is that you, my grandsons, 

 Spring-child and Door-child? Where are you going, my grandsons?" 

 "We came to visit you," Door-child said to him. "Well, grandsons, 

 louse me!" he told them. So they both loused him. They found his 

 lice to be toads. "Put my lice into your mouths," he said to his grand- 

 sons. They continued to find large toads in his hair. After a while 

 he went to sleep. Then Spring-child said: "Door-child, look for 

 round stones, and when you have found them put them in the fire. I 

 will continue to louse him. Now at last he is asleep." Then they put 

 the stones into the fire in his tent. After they had heated the stones, 

 they tied the tangles of his hair to the tent poles. Then they picked 

 up the stones with sticks, and where his head was open they put in the 

 red-hot stones. Then they ran out. Thus they killed this Open- 

 brain, who had killed their mother. "Well, Spring-child," said his 

 brother, "let us go in. Now at last Tangled-hair is dead." So they 

 went in after they had killed him with the stones. "Let us cut the 

 tangles of his hair and give them to our father and mother : they can 

 make rope of his hair," said one. "Yes, you are right,'' said the other. 



