before he comes back. As night drew on he took the kettle and
scraped up the chestnut, put in some water, and found the stick. He
at once commenced whipping the kettle as he had seen his brother do,
saying, "Kow my kettle will grow large;" and it did; but it kept on
growing larger and larger, to his surprise, until it filled the whole room,
and he had to go up on the roof to stir it from the outside.
When the elder brother returned he said, "What are you doing!" "I found the kettle," replied the younger, "and was getting your 3up- p^P » u ^oQ is me," said the elder, "now I must die." He struck and struck the kettle, and reduced it by every blow, until at last he could restore it to its place. But he was sorrowful. When morning came he would not get up, nor eat of the venison, but asked for his pipe and smoked.
Day by day passed. He grew weaker each day, and after each smoke sang, "Hah geh-he geh, Non ta ge je o dah!" " Bring me my pipe and let me die."
The younger lad was very anxious. " Where," he asked his brother, " did you get the chestnuts f Let me go and seek some for you." After many questions at length the brother said, "Far, far away is a large river, which it is almost impossible to cross. On the further side, at a great distance, stands a house; near it is a tree, a chestnut tree; there my forefathers gathered chestnuts long ago, but now none can reach it, for there stands night and day a white heron watching the tree and look- ing around on every side. He is set there by the women folks; half a dozen of them take care of him, and for them he watches. If he hears a sound he makes his Thr-hr hr. Then the women come out with war-clubs and are always on their guard lest any one should gather the chestnuts, as many fall on the ground. Even a mouse is suspected of being a man. There is no chance, no chance at all." But the brother said, "I must go and try this for your sake; I cannot have you die."
So he departed on his way, after he had made a little canoe about three inches long. He walked on and on, day and night, until at last he reached the river. Then he took out of his pouch his little canoe, and drew it out and out until it was a good size, and in it he crossed the river. Then he made it small again and )ut it in his pouch. On and on he walked until he could see the house, and before it the chest- nut tree. Then he called a mole out of the ground. The mole came and sniflted around a little plant, the seed of which the heron dearly likes. It is like a bean. Some of these seeds the young lad took and then followed the mole to its hole, and crept under the leaves until he neared the heron. Then he threw the seeds to the bird. The heron saw them and began eating them. Whilst he was occupied and noticed nothing else, the boy filled his bag with chestnuts and set off home- wards; but now the heron, no longer occupied with his oh 6ii hi, sus- pected danger and gave his warning Thr-hr-hr. But the lad was already far away near the great river. Once more he took out his canoe, and
