One day, as she was sitting by the little stream that flowed past
their hut, throwing pebbles into the water and wondering what she
should do, she picked up a pure white pebble, smooth and round, and
after looking at it for a long time, threw it into the water. No
sooner had it hit the water than she saw it grow larger. She took
it out and looked at it and threw it in again. This time it had
assumed the form of a baby. She took it out and threw it in the
third time and the form took life and began to cry: "Ina, ina"
(mother, mother). She took the baby home and fed it soup, and it
being an unnatural baby, quickly grew up to a good sized boy. At
the end of three months he was a good big, stout youth. One day he
said: "Mother, why are you living here alone? To whom do all these
fine clothes and moccasins belong?" She then told him the story of
her lost brothers. "Oh, I know now where they are. You make me
lots of arrows. I am going to find my uncles." She tried to
dissuade him from going, but he was determined and said: "My father
sent me to you so that I could find my uncles for you, and nothing
can harm me, because I am stone and my name is "Stone Boy."

The mother, seeing that he was determined to go, made a whole
quiver full of arrows for him, and off he started. When he came to
the old witch's hut, she was nowhere to be seen, so he pushed the
door in and entered. The witch was busily engaged cooking dinner.

"Why, my dear grandchild, you are just in time for dinner. Sit
down and we will eat before you continue your journey." Stone boy
sat down and ate dinner with the old witch. She watched him very
closely, but when she would be drinking her soup he would glance
hastily around the room. Finally he saw the four bundles on the