"And what do your people do with it?" she asked. "We eat it," he replied. "How do you prepare it to eat?" she inquired. He said: "We have four ways when it is green like this. We put it, husk and all, in hot coals to roast. We take off the husk and roast it in hot ashes. We boil it whole in hot water. We cut off the grains and mix it with water to make mush."
517. She wrapped the four ears in a bundle and carried them to the other lodge to show them to her parents. Both were astonished and alarmed. The old man rose and shaded his eyes with his open hand to look at them. They asked her questions about the corn, such as she had asked her husband, and she answered them as he had answered her. She cooked the four ears of corn, each one in a different way, according to the methods her husband described. They increased in cooking so that they made food enough to furnish a hearty meal for all. The old people, who were greatly pleased, said the mush smelled like fawn-cheese.228 "Where does my son-in-law get this fine stuff? Ask him. I wish to know, it is so delicious. Does he not want some himself?" said the old man to his daughter. She brought a large dish of the corn to her husband in the other lodge, and they ate it together. The Navaho had no fear of poison this time, for the food did not belong to the old man.
518. At night when they were alone together she asked him where he got the corn. "I found it," he said. "Did you dig it out of the ground?" she asked. "No. I picked it up," was his answer. Not believing him, she continued to question him until at last he told her: "These things I plant and they grow where I plant them. Do you wish to see my field?" "Yes, if my father will let me," the woman replied.
519. Next morning she told her father what she had found out on the previous night and asked his advice. He said he would like to have her go with Natĭ'nĕsthani to see what the farm looked like and to find out what kind of leaves the plant had that such food grew on. When she came back from her father's lodge she brought with her pemmican made of venison and a basket of mush. The Wind People whispered to him that he need not fear the food to-day, so he ate heartily of it. When the breakfast was over, the Navaho said: "Dress yourself for the journey, and as soon as you are ready I shall take you to my farm." She dressed herself for travel and went to the lodge of her parents, where she said: "I go with my husband now." "It is well," they said; "go with him."
520. The Navaho and his wife set out together. When they came to a little hill from which they could first see the field, they beheld the sun shining on it; yet the rain was falling on it at the same
