When the little girl reached home with it she said, "Father, my mother is at that chief's house." "Which chief's house?" said her father. "The chief that lives up on the hill." Then her father said, "What makes you say that, child? Your mother has been dead for sometime." Then he took her hand and said pityingly, "Poor child, your mother is dead." He began to cry as he held the child's hand and then said, "I will go and see the place where I put her." So he got another to accompany him, and they brought the box down. It felt very light. When he opened it it was empty. Then he thought to himself, "I am going to make certain of this." About midnight he saw a fire at the chief's house. Then he climbed up on top of it, looked down through the smoke hole, and saw his wife sitting there playing with the chief's son. She looked very happy.
When the man got home he said to himself, "What can I do?" He thought, "How can I become a wizard?" So he did everything to turn himself into a wizard. He went among the graves, and played with the bodies and bones, but could not become a wizard. Then he went out to an island in front of the village and played with the bones of the dead people that were there. Finally he got hold of two shoulder blades with which he fanned and rubbed himself and all at once he fainted. Then he thought he would try working them like wings, and sure, enough he began flying along very rapidly. Now he determined to go to the place where his wife was living.