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Then, look you, one came back, peeping in, while the other went 
laughing on her way. 
“By this time they have departed,” he thought; “Just let me look at 
the doorway,” he thought; “After all, I shall not see anyone,” he thought. 
He uncovered his head, and eagerly looked at the doorway. 
“Hey, and so he is not asleep after all, the one who will not look at 
us!” she said, and off she went, laughing. 
He leapt to his feet; he ripped through all those cedar-roots. As he 
dashed forth, he seized those things which his grandfather had made for 
him; he took them along. He did nothing but follow them. He held in 
his hand all the things that had been made for him to wear as headgear, 
and his tobacco-pouch, and the darts. 
Thus presently they came to a lake; no land was visible there whither 
one of his sweethearts was headed. “Hey, hey!” they would shout now 
and then, as a sign. 
“What is your name, sweetheart, Pine-Root?” one asked him. 
“Ho! I will not be the first to tell you my name! First you must 
tell me your names!” he told his sweetheart. 
“So be it! My sister-wife, do you first tell our sweetheart your name,” 
she told her younger sister. 
“Yes. As far as yon point of the land, up to yonder place, 'Rain-of- 
Awls^ is my name. You will follow us,” she told him; “There, be off!” 
she said to the others. 
Then it was slippery on the ice. He took one of his darts; he leaned 
on it as he walked. He took another; he attached the slung-shot club to 
it. He walked across the expanse of ice. Though awls were falling on 
his head, nevertheless he kept walking on. When they had reached that 
promontory, there, again they came and kept their sweetheart company. 
“Hey, but surely we had our fun of him, my sister-wife! But now it 
is his turn to name himself!” 
“Ho, no! You first are to tell me your names.” 
“Very well! As far as yon point of the land, up to yonder place, 
'Walks-Blown-on-the-Ice,’ is my name,” she told him. 
And then the wind was to carry him along on the smooth surface. The 
lake was not frozen shut in the middle, and thither the youth was to be 
borne by the wind. Then, when they set out on their way, there came 
a great wind. The youth took a lance; he used it as a cane. In spite of 
the wind, he kept walking. At last they reached the place. 
“There!” 
“Hey, in spite of all, our sweetheart is keeping us company! But 
now it is his turn to name himself.” 
“Yes, sweethearts. I have two names,” he told them; “As far as yon 
close-by point of the land, up to yonder place, ‘Hot-Water-Rain’ is my 
name, as far as yon point of the land.” 
“But now, sweetheart, be off; we will follow you.” 
As soon as he started off, at once it began to rain. Like boiling water, 
so hot was the liquid. 
Then those women, “Hey, I am being scalded!” and they dodged 
hither and thither, and only with difficulty reached the goal. 
There, “Hey, truly a dangerous thing is our sweetheart’s name! Once 
more let him name himself.” 
