_Omaha_
"I am out of patience with you," said Moon to Sun. "Although I bring
people together, you scatter them. Thus many are lost."
"I have desired many people to grow," said Sun, "and so I have
scattered them; but you have been putting them in darkness and thus
have you been killing many with hunger. Ho! ye people!" called the
Sun. "Many of you shall mature. I will look down on you from above. I
will direct you, whatever you do."
Then Moon said, "And I, too, will dwell so. I will collect you; when
it is dark, you shall assemble in full numbers, and sleep. I myself
will rule you, whatever you do. And we shall walk in the road, one
after the other. I will walk behind him."
Moon is just like a woman. She always walks with a kettle on her arm.