22 TRUE STORIES OF THE HEAVENLY BEINGS. 
to continue the journey; that there was a certain place where they were 
to go, and there they must make their village and stay. This place was 
somewhere near what is now called Nemaha, Nebraska. They came to 
a place where there were many ponds and the entire country was swampy, 
so that the people did not have to go very far to find lilies, stems of reeds, 
and other things to eat. Here they stopped and began to make grass- 
lodges. Near these grass-lodges was a high hill. At the foot of the high 
hill a spring gushed forth, and the water from the spring made the lands 
swampy. The children played and swam in the ponds. 
The people noticed that every night the young man went up on the 
high hill that was near the village, and there he stood crying, sometimes 
for several days and nights at a time. After a while he stopped going 
out in the night, but every day he went up on the high hill and in the 
evening he came down to the village. After a time the young man heard 
the people complaining for want of food, for they had dug up nearly all 
the roots and lilies there were in the ponds. The children cried for some- 
thing to eat, and the young man felt sad. One day while he was upon 
the hill crying another man came to him and asked him what he was cry- 
ing about. The young man said that he was crying because the people 
were poor and were hungry. The man said: “I have many children 
and they cry for something to eat. We have eaten nearly all our pack 
dogs.’’ The two cried together and in the evening they went to the 
village, and as the young man went into the pond to swim he heard some 
one call him by name. He looked and he saw in the pond the Moon. 
He swam to the place where he saw the Moon in the water, and when he 
came close to the place he saw an old woman who looked at him. She 
said: “I heard you crying. You are sorry for your people. It was I 
who told you to command the people to come to this place. I promised 
to give them certain things. Go to the high hill again to-night and cry. 
Leave the other man alone.’’ The old woman disappeared; then the 
young man, instead of going to the village, went upon the high hill. 
There he stood crying all night. 
In the morning he came down, went to the spring to drink, and as he 
knelt down to drink he looked up into the cave from which came the 
stream of water, and he saw the old woman sitting there. She spoke 
to the young man and said, “Go upon the hill again, and before sunset 
come down and drink again of this spring.’’ The young man went upon 
the high hill and stood crying, and while he was there the other man came 
and stood by him and cried. The young man stopped crying and went 
to the man and said: ‘‘My brother, go down to the village to your people 
and stay with them. Leave me alone upon this high hill. Encourage 
