A new terror filled his soul.

In his hand there remained of his magic branch only one little twig with a single leaf on it.
Plucking the leaf, he threw it down and watched it fall waveringly through the air.

As it touched earth the waters again began to rise and "Doolagoga"-- _Fallen Leaf_--sprang into being and on its surface floated the little leaf, as many leaves now float in the fall of the year.
Turning, he sped up the ravine, dropping bits of his twig as fear directed him, and in his path, Lily, Grass, and Heather lakes came up to guard his way.
At last he was over the crest of the mountain and found himself safe in the long-wished-for Valley of California.
THE LEGEND OF THE TWO BROTHERS Once long ago in Paiuti-land, Nevada, there lived two brothers.

The older was a hunter and brought home much game.
His wife, whose name was Duck, used to cook this for him, but she was very stingy to the younger brother, and often times he was hungry.

When he begged her for food, she scolded him and drove him out of the _campoodie_, saying, "Got none for you." One day when the older brother was off hunting Duck was cleaning some fish.