The two then retired and early in the morning the boy awoke and took his seat. In a tray he had some turkey meat.
Commencing his song he called out, “I am trading a gift with Shogon‘´gwa‘s, my uncle. He shall give me in exchange what I most desire.” So saying he sang the charm song that conjures flames from the earth.
The old man took his seat and when approached said,
“I shall divine your word if you will give me a clue.”
“Any clue would spoil the intention of the dream, uncle.”
“Then tell me at once what you wish,—be quick about it!”
“To utter one word would be fatal to my desire.”
“Then the word is deer meat.”
“No not deer meat, uncle. Hurry for I shall sing.”
“Then you wish moose meat.”