. St. Nicholas [serial] . went to the village. There thesisters met him, and asked : Where is our brother ? Truly I know not, for he went northwestand I southwest; and though I waited long atthe meeting-place, he did not come. Probablyhe will soon return. But take of this deer whichI killed, for sisters should share the labors ofbrothers. But the girls would take none of the meat,and went home sorrowful. Time went on, and still there was no Kahp-too-oo-yoo. His sisters and his old parentswept always, and all the village was sad. Andsoon the crops grew yellow in the fields, andthe springs faile
. St. Nicholas [serial] . went to the village. There thesisters met him, and asked : Where is our brother ? Truly I know not, for he went northwestand I southwest; and though I waited long atthe meeting-place, he did not come. Probablyhe will soon return. But take of this deer whichI killed, for sisters should share the labors ofbrothers. But the girls would take none of the meat,and went home sorrowful. Time went on, and still there was no Kahp-too-oo-yoo. His sisters and his old parentswept always, and all the village was sad. Andsoon the crops grew yellow in the fields, andthe springs failed, and the animals walked likeweary shadows; for Kahp-too-oo-yoo, he whohad the power of the clouds, was gone, andthere was no rain. And then perished all that isgreen; the animals fell in the brown fields ; andthe gaunt people who sat to warm themselves inthe sun began to die there where they sat. Atlast the poor old man said to his daughters r Little daughters, prepare food, for againwe will go to look for thy SOUTH, EAST, NORTH AND WEST tN SEARCH OFKAHP-TOO-OO-YOO. (SEE IAGE 529.) 1892.] THE ANTS THAT PUSHED ON THE SKY. 529 The girls made cakes of the blue corn-meal for the journey; and on the fourthday they started. Old-Black-Cane hobbledto the south, his wife to the east, the eldergirl to the north, and the younger to thewest. For a great distance they traveled; andat last Blue-Corn-Maiden, who was in thenorth, heard a far, faint song. It was solittle that she thought it must be imagi-nary ; but she stopped to listen, and softly,it came again : softly
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