Now when the children left the village they journeyed until they came to a mountain, and the girl climbed it, but the boy went on till he had rounded the cape. Then was each turned into a brush turkey.
Now when they were thus changed, though they became birds, yet were their wings weak, nor could they fly well. Therefore it is so that when a brush turkey makes its nest, it heaps up leaves and earth on the ground, and lays its eggs there.
And this mayest thou see for thyself, amongst the trees of Mulawa.
THE ENCHANTED PILLOW.
In the old days there was a certain village in which three died to avenge a wrong done to a child.
It came to pass that on a day a man from the hills came into the village leading his little son. And when it was night, he went into the potuma, where the men slept, to pass the night, and he took with him the child. Now in the potuma was a man of the village who was fierce and violent in all his ways. When, therefore, he saw the hill man about to sleep in the potuma, he arose and beat the little child, saying, "What doest thou here, O child? Knowest thou not that this is a house for men? Begone!"
Now the child's father saw and heard, but he said
