About a year after Macaya became Magboloto’s wife they had a child.  One day, as Magboloto was making rice soup on the hearth, Macaya was swinging the child in a hammock.  Accidentally, she noticed a bundle stuck into one of the bamboo posts in the partition.  She withdrew the bundle, and upon unrolling it found, oh, joy! her long-lost wings, which Magboloto had hidden in the hollow bamboo.  She at once put them on, and leaving her husband and child, flew up to join her celestial family.

Magboloto, on missing his wife, began calling loudly for her.  As he could not find her, he looked for the wings, and seeing that they were gone, knew at once what had happened.  He began to weep bitterly, especially as he did not know how to take care of the child.  So leaving it in the care of a relative, he set out to find the way to heaven.  He had walked a great distance when he met North Wind.  “Magboloto, Magboloto, why are you weeping?” asked North Wind.

“Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me in any way,” answered Magboloto.

“Tell me your trouble and I will help you,” said North Wind.  “Well,” replied Magboloto, “I have a wife who came from heaven.  But now she has flown away, leaving a little child for me to take care of, and I am in great sorrow.  Please show me the way that leads to her home.”

“Magboloto,” said North Wind, “I do not know the way, but my brother, East Wind, can tell you.  Good-by.”

Magboloto went on his way, and after a while he met East Wind.  “Magboloto, Magboloto, why are you weeping?” asked East Wind.

“Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me in any way,” said Magboloto.

“Tell me all your trouble and I will help you,” answered East Wind.

Then Magboloto related all his sorrow, just as he had done to North
Wind.

“Well,” said East Wind, “I do not know the way, but my brother,
South Wind, may be able to show it to you.  Good-by.”

Magboloto went on, and at last met South Wind.

“Magboloto, Magboloto, why are you weeping?” asked South Wind.

“Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me in any way,” said Magboloto.

“Tell me your trouble and I will help you,” answered South Wind.

Then Magboloto told him his story, just as he had done to North Wind and East Wind.

“Well,” said South Wind, “I do not know the way to heaven, but my brother, West Wind, can tell you the course to be taken to get there.  Good-by.”

Magboloto went on and on, and at last met West Wind.  “Magboloto, Magboloto, why are you weeping?” asked West Wind.

“Ask me nothing, if you cannot help me in any way,” answered Magboloto.

“Tell me your trouble and I will help you,” answered West Wind, and Magboloto did as he was bidden.

“Magboloto,” said West Wind, “I don’t know the way to heaven, but my friend, Mr. Eagle, does.  Good-by.”

Magboloto went on until he met Mr. Eagle.