Off through the air they flew--Washoes to Washoe land; Diggers to Digger land; Paiutis to Nevada--each Indian to his own home.
The story given above is the one told by Jackson, but his wife, Susan, tells the same story with these essential differences.

In her narrative there is no Evil One.

The old woman scolded the young people for playing, but they are not all killed.

It is the old woman herself who took a Paiuti water-bottle and after filling it with water, took wild seeds and placed them in the bottle, naming them the different Indian tribes.

The seeds swelled in the water until they were as big as eggs and out of these the Indians hatched like chickens, and began to fight.