Into this basket he put great bunches of elderberry roots, and as he put each bunch in, he gave it a name--Washoe, Digger, Paiuti, and so on.

Then he put the lid on tightly and went off through the forest.
The old woman watched till the Evil One had gone.

Creeping quietly down, she came with the child--she was a little girl now, not a wee baby any more--and sat down near the basket.
Presently there was a murmuring in the basket.

"Oh, grandmother, what's that noise ?" said the little girl.
"Never mind," said the grandmother, "don't you touch the basket!" But the little girl kept teasing, "Oh, grandmother, what's in there ?" And the old woman would say, "Don't you touch it!" The old woman turned her back just one minute and the little girl slipped up and raised the lid ever so little.

There was a great whirring noise; the lid flew off and out came all the Indians.