Then she made a road under the snow, and went to people and said, "My
grandchild says he wants a fan."
"What does he mean by saying that?" they asked and gave him one.
Now the snow reached to the top of the lodges, and so Fallen Star
pushed up through the snow, and sat on the ridge of the lodge. While
the wind was blowing to the south, he sat and fanned himself and made
the wind come from the south. Then the heat became great. The snow
went as if boiling water had been poured over it. All over the ground
there was a mist. Waziya and his wife and children all died with the
great heat. But the youngest child, the littlest child of Waziya, took
refuge in the hole made by the tent pole, where there was a frost, and
so he lived. So they say that is all that is left of Waziya now, just
the littlest child.
[Illustration: PETROGLYPH IN NEBRASKA
_Courtesy of the Smithsonian Institution_]