"Oh, have you a story about the seven sisters, Wantasson?" and the two children were at his side, eager to listen.
"Yes, we have seven sisters up in the sky, too, but they are not the seven sisters you children were just talking about."
Wantasson sank to the doorsill and fixed himself comfortably.
Many, many rains ago, when the earth was still in its infancy, seven brothers wedded seven sisters, and they all lived in one little village together. Socoy, the oldest brother, married Fosate, the eldest sister; Vichili, the second brother, married the second sister, Alachu; and so on they mated, according to their ages,—Stapocono and Moquem; Chapac and Yacumu; Sauset and Ajalis; Canuya and Tacchel; until the youngest brother, Tucay, took unto himself the youngest sister, the radiant Lilote.
In the daytime the seven brothers climbed the hills together, hunting game, while the seven sisters went together down to the lake basin to dig roots.
Every evening, as the sun withdrew to his council with the creators, the sisters returned home. Their shoulders were bent low with loads of lily roots. Always they found the seven brothers at
