There was (once) a virgin man (huya’dawa’di’) who was always generous with his neighbors in the matter of game division. As a hunter he was both industrious and lucky.
He was a middle-aged man and was one of four brothers, so that his parents thought it was time he married. In fact, they spoke to him about it once in a while; but he would always tell them that he could get along very well by himself.
One night they heard him talking, which surprised them greatly, not having seen any one come in. The talking continued for some time and at lest they saw a middle-aged woman with a single cob of corn.
In the morning the woman made some soup from this, and some bread, too, although the cob seemed no smaller than before. The old man and his wife were very much pleased with what the woman had prepared, as it was better than meat alone.