will get to have a drink, there being no water from there to
the big ridge, and it will be dark by the time you get to the ridge. The
relations of my mother live at that ridge and I will come and talk to
you once more, before I leave you to join my mother's people."

Next morning, as before, he awoke to find himself alone. They had left
him and proceeded on their journey. He mounted again and when he arrived
at the sandy hollow, sure enough, there, deep in the sand, were the
tracks of his son filled to the top with water. He drank and drank until
he had drained the last one. Then he arose and continued on the trail,
and near sundown he came in sight of their little tent away up on the
side of the ridge. His horse suddenly staggered and fell forward dead,
having died of thirst.

From there he proceeded on foot. When he got to where the tent stood he
entered, only to find it empty. "I guess my son intends to come here and
have his last talk with me," thought the father. He had eaten nothing
for three days, and was nearly famished. He lay down, but the pangs of
hunger kept sleep away. He heard footsteps outside and lay in readiness,
thinking it might be an enemy. Slowly opening the covering of the door,
his son looked in and seeing his father lying awake, drew back and ran
off up the ridge, but soon returned bringing a small parcel with him.
When he entered he gave the parcel to his father and said: "Eat, father;
I stole this food for you, so I could not get very much." The father
soon ate what his son had brought. When he had finished, the son said:
"Tomorrow morning the relatives of my mother will come over here and
take you down to the village. My mother has three sisters who have their
work bags made identically the same as mother's. Were they to mix them
up they could not each pick out her own without looking inside so as to
identify them by what they have in them. You will be asked to pick out
mother's work bag, and if you fail they will trample you to death. Next
they will tell you to pick out my mother from among her sisters, and you
will be unable to distinguish her from the other three, and if you fail
they will bury you alive. The last they will try you on, in case you
meet the first and second tests successfully, will be to require you
to pick me out from my three cousins, who are as much like me as my
reflection in the water. The bags you can tell by a little pebble I will
place on my mother's. You can pick my