“I will eat if I see anything good,” said he.
“Well, go and eat,” said Tsudi.
“What kind of food have you?”
“Venison and acorn porridge.”
“I do not eat that kind of food.”
“Here is a man who has not eaten,” said Tsudi; “he cannot eat that food.”
Farther on was found Kiriu, who had not eaten, and a third, a very young man, Tsararok. “I should like to eat,” said he, “but I am timid. There are so many people here eating.”
“What kind of food do you eat, Kiriu?” asked Tsudi.
“I cannot eat venison. I eat what lives in the water.” The other two men said the same.
Waida Dikit went to his old house, where he had dried fish. He caught besides a net full of little fish. He cooked both kinds and carried them to the sweat-house, set them down in the middle, and said, “Now come and eat.”