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“Dear me, you really please me much, my grandchildren! For a long 
while I have been hankering for these, ever since I heard that you were 
brought here, you of whom they say, ‘They are always getting wild 
turnips.' " 
“Grandmother, is it true, that we have been brought here?" she asked 
her. 
“Yes!" she told her; “Grandchild, do you really think, ‘We are on our 
earth?’ " 
“Yes." 
“By no means, my grandchild! It is up aloft that you are, and from 
yon place below that you were conveyed," she told her; “Grandchild, do 
you think, ‘They are mortal men whom we have as husbands’?" 
“Yes." 
“Not they. When you of mortal race say, ‘Stars,’ of that kind is he. 
Did you not say, ‘The one that shines bright let me have for my husband’? 
That old man you now have for your husband. And, ‘That one that does 
not shine so clear may you have for your husband,’ you said to your 
younger sister; that is why she has that youth for her mate,” she told her. 
“Alas, grandmother, can you help us to get back home? We are 
pining for our earth,” she told her. 
“Yes, my grandchild; but indeed you were foolish to want a star for 
your husband," she told her; “Well then, grandchild, look for a wild 
turnip. The wild turnip which grows out from where the buffalo dung lies, 
that one you will pull up. That is where this land is pierced,” she told 
her: “When you find it, come and tell me.” 
“Yes." 
They went out of the lodge and looked for it. They soon found it. 
So then they went and told their grandmother. 
“We have found it,” she told her. 
Then she took the little thong with which her braid was tied. 
“Now then, tie this to a tree. By means of this you will get away 
and reach your destination. Make a nest in which you will sit. When 
you have finished it, and are ready to descend, you yourself will wrap 
your head. You will not look about to see things until you reach your earth. 
Only your younger sister here will look. Then, when you arrive down there, 
‘Grandmother, here is the thong of your braid!’ you will call, my grand- 
child," she told them; “Well then, be off!” 
They went out of the lodge to the place where the land was pierced, 
and made the nest. When they had finished it, they tied it to a tree with 
that little rawhide thong, and got into the nest, and descended, letting 
themselves down on the string. The elder sister wrapped up her head as 
they swung down. 
Presently, “Little sister, how is it? Do you not yet see our earth?" 
“No! Not yet!" she told her. 
Presently she saw it. 
Then that young woman, “Little sister, do you not yet see it?” 
“Yes, now I do." 
“Splendid! Now we shall come back to our earth, little sister! Do 
let me look!" 
“Don’t! Our grandmother told us, ‘Only when you have reached 
your earth will you look,’ she told you," said she to her elder sister. 
