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Unheeding, just as if he were asleep, “Hhhrr!” went the youth. 
Presently that old woman rose from where she lay, and, ‘‘Yah, as it 
is destined, I shall add him to my trees!" she said. 
He listened to her. She took something from here, and it turned out 
to be some herbs tied in a packet. 
“Bah, this is not it! Why, this is the restorer!" said the old woman. 
She put it down. From the same place she unfastened another, 
taking another medicine, and, “Yah, this is it!" she said. Then the old 
woman chewed a little twig. Then she rubbed some of the medicine on it. 
“Faugh, and this is the stuff with which I make trees!" she said. 
Then she held it out at her grandson, meaning to touch the youth 
with it. He caught her by the arm. 
“Faugh, you filthy beast!" 
He seized the stick she was holding. 
“Hey, grandson, wait a moment! You have defeated me," she said 
to him; “Now, grandson, in future time mortal man will live in successive 
generations. They will gather crumbly wood. There I shall keep warm 
the child that is to grow up, so that I too shall have part in bringing him 
up. But in the place of the setting sun I shall have my home. ‘I have 
dreamt of the old woman,’ when a mortal being speaks thus, he v/ill speak 
truly. So now, my grandson, touch me with it." 
He touched his grandmother with that medicine. Lo, there stood a 
cleft tree. Thus that old woman turned into a tree. 
Then he took that of which his grandmother had said, “Oh, this 
other medicine is the restorer," this he took. He touched a tree with it. 
Lo and behold, there stood an aged man. 
“Whew!" he said; “I am weary of standing!” he said. 
He touched with the stick a tree that stood close by. It was almost 
daybreak. Then another. Then, behold, there stood a young man. 
“Well now,” he said to the aged man, “do not be idle; touch these 
trees with this which my grandmother called the restorer. I shall go 
kill that elk. I shall take ten men with me, so that they can bring all of 
it, for you to roast. If I live, after two nights I shall arrive,” he told him. 
“So be it,” the other answered him. 
Then he went there. The elk lay dead not far from there. He took 
the head- He took it home with him. He brought it to their house; he 
threw it into the doorway. 
“Here is what your mother wanted to eat!” 
The young women were weeping, mourning for their mother. They 
knew with certainty that she had been defeated. 
When darkness fell, they went to bed. Presently the elder one began 
to walk in her sleep; Pine-Root shoved his sweetheart aside. When thus 
the woman awoke, she told her dream. 
“Hoho, I dreamt that if our sweetheart here stayed one night in that 
little wooden house that stands empty there, that would be the end of my 
sleep-walking,” she said. 
He went there at daybreak; he gathered firewood, bringing a great 
many faggots into the little wooden house. When night came, and he sat 
there, the doorway disappeared. The wooden walls were unbroken. It 
was very cold. He warmed himself at the fire. At last he had burned up 
all his firewood. He needs went to bed. 
