"Oh, no! They would step on us," came the response.
"Let us turn ourselves into trees," recommended Yacumu, the fourth sister.
"Oh, no! They would burn us," was the chorus.
"Let us change ourselves into quails," advised Ajalis, the fifth sister.
"Oh, no! They would shoot us," the others replied.
"Let us turn ourselves into stars," said Tacchel, the sixth sister.
"Oh, no! They would look at us," rang out five voices.
But Lilote said: "Yes, let us change ourselves into stars. Then we shall be out of reach."
"And we can watch them hunt for us," added Tacchel. This decided the sisters. Stars they would be.
They said to the tules on the lake's brink: "O tules! give us your aid. We wish a boat lighter and swifter than any canoe. We want to sail into the very heavens, away from these greedy husbands."
They fashioned the tules into a boat and carried it to a high point of rock. Then they stepped into it and rowed off into space. When they were far enough away, they got out and sat together in a
