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Show He cautiously picked his way back down the face of the mountain and built his fire at the bottom. Once more he cooked some grain and ate for the first time that day. Food had been forgotten with the excitement of his discovery. After his hunger was satisfied, he lay looking up at the mountain, now purple in the dusk. In his heart he felt a strong kinship with it. He spoke with tears in his eyes. "I thank you, oh great Mountain of the Sacred Bird, for giving of your riches to me. May I be as generous as you, my brother, in sharing those riches with others." Thick, black clouds were crouching on the distant mountain peaks the next morning as Nuiji rolled up his mat and prepared for the journey -iUls pw*Ay-& home. Home, how good that word sounded! He touched the bag of charms ^Wou\i loeqi that still hung around his neck. "So far all has gone well," he thought, "The Great Spirit is with me." cat OkjLyof |