"Oh, do not leave me! Do not go away without me."
The woman was astonished. "What child can that be?" she asked herself."What babe can be lost in the cornfield?" She set down her robe in which she had tied up her corn, and went back to search; but she found nothing. As she started away she heard the voice again:
"Oh, do not leave me. Do not go away without me."
She searched for a long time. At last in one corner of the field, hidden under the leaves of the stalks, she found one little ear of corn. This it was that had been crying, and this is why all Indian women have since garnered their corn crop very carefully, so that the succulent food product should not even to the last small nubbin be neglected or wasted, and thus displease the Great Mystery.