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Once upon a time, where some people dwelt, a certain youth was so 
lazy that he was always lying down. At last, after I don’t know how many 
years, the fibrous roots of the white pine had grown up all round his body, 
so lazy was he. 
Then at one time, as he lay there, someone came and called to him. 
When he looked, there, peeping in at the door, were four young women. 
Every one of them was very pretty. 
“Our sweetheart,” they said to him, “has lain there long enough, has 
Pine-Root Man,” they said to him. 
With that they were off. Up he leaped and ran; he ripped through 
his roots of the pine; he ran after the young women. Another young man 
came and caught up with him; then still another; four were the men pur- 
suing their sweethearts. Then when they had gone a long ways, presently 
the women stopped. 
“Sweetheart mine, Pine-Root Man, I shall tell you how my younger 
sister here is called: Up-to-yon-Rise-of-the-Land-Blizzard-Woman she 
is called.” 
Then they were off again. There was a terrible blizzard. He spread 
out his blanket-robe; beneath it they walked along. When they reached 
that rise in the land, the sky grew clear again. 
Again the others waited for them. 
“And this other younger sister of mine, Pine-Root, my sweetheart, is 
called Very-Cold-Weather,” she told him. 
With that they were off again. It was very cold; their feet very 
nearly froze. They barely got there; they were frozen near to falling. 
Then again they set out. Presently, from the men’s party, he called 
out to the women. 
“Wait!” he called to her; “Let me now tell you how this younger 
brother of mine is called; Rain-of-Awls-up-to-yonder-Rise-in-the-Land.” 
Then they were off. 
“Goodness me, really a beautiful name has our sweetheart!” 
Then, when they set out, it rained hard. Again they set out. Again 
he called to them. 
“My other younger brother is called like this: Hot-Weather-up-to- 
yon-Hill.” 
It was very hot; then those women went naked as they went upward. 
When they reached the hill, it stopped raining. 
“Oh dear!” they cried; “Really, it is terrible, the way our sweet- 
heart’s younger brother is called!” 
“Now, as for me, 
.... I am called.” 
Truly, at a great rate those persons walked backwards. 
“ Truly beautiful is our sweetheart’s 
name!” 
Now, the old woman was on the lookout for her children. 
“What on earth makes you act this crazy way?” 
“Get away! Our sweetheart’s name!” they cried. 
When they reached their dwelling, only then did they walk properly. 
Into another little house that was not heated the lone men were placed. 
There was no stove. They were very nearly frozen. Then one shot an 
