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Accordingly, from that time on she did not work much, so as not to 
injure that child. Then in time the woman fell ill, as she was about to see 
her child. Then, finally, she bore her child, and it turned out to be a boy. 
Presently, “It seems as if there were another,” she thought. 
“Surely there is one more,” she told her husband. 
Really, they saw this one, too. This one, too, was a boy. They had 
twins. The man was glad, and the woman too. Then the man never 
hunted, each of them taking care of one of their children. At last, when 
they had been there a long time, those children grew bigger. Then, when 
those children had begun to walk, knives grew forth from the elbows of 
those boys. They wondered greatly at their children’s having knife- 
elbows. Quickly they grew up. Then they worked, as the man hunted. 
The woman, too, now worked. And those children always played, having 
arrows with which to play. Then, in time, the woman would not see her 
children all day. Only just before evening her children would come home. 
Presently, “You will get lost!” she told her children. 
At last those boys grew to full size. Then at one time, when in their 
usual way they had walked off and out of sight, the woman decided to try 
to observe her sons. 
One of them said, “Come, younger brother! Let us go again to see 
our uncle!” 
At that she remembered her brother, who had had his head cut off, 
the last she had seen of him. Her sons shot arrows, and off they sailed, 
standing on their arrows. Thereupon she went home. She did not care 
now to work, but sat there, thinking of how her brother had been undone 
when last she had seen him. Not until nightfall did her sons come home. 
“What is it you always go after, when all day you do not come home?” 
But her sons knew that she had observed them as they went off stand- 
ing on their arrows. 
Thus they answered her: “Mother, because we always go off there, to 
where there is a solitary lodge, where one man stays alone, who has no 
head — because we visit him, that is why, as you say, we do not stay at 
home,” they told her. 
She wept. 
When she stopped weeping, she said to them, “My children, he is 
your mother’s brother; he is my younger brother; he was very handsome, 
and beaded was his head, but his fellow Wampum-Head challenged him to 
a contest and carried off his head. Is he still breathing?” 
“Yes; he still breathes,” her sons told her. 
The younger brother spoke as follows: “Elder brother, plainly it 
appears that it is none other than that which, in the town over there, hangs 
aloft over the dwelling of him who lives in the centre, there where the 
raven sits aloft,” said the younger brother; “Come, tomorrow let us again 
visit our uncle,” said the younger lad. 
“Very well.” 
At nightfall that man arrived from his hunt. His wife was sitting 
and brooding. 
“What is the matter, my wife?” he asked her. 
“Dear me, when these children of ours, as I always am telling you, 
stay out all day, it seems that they always go to where their uncle is, and 
now they have told me it, and that is why I sit and grieve,” she said. 
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