The first ten, the smooth ones, came, as always, quietly; the second ten came with a rush and an uproar. Sedit peeped out at them.
The younger sister pushed him back. “Be still,” said she.
Sedit tried to rise; she kept him down.
The first man of the second ten cried, “Pshu! I smell Sedit.”
The second said, “Pshu! I smell Sedit; throw him out!”
“Be quiet, boys; don’t talk so,” said Kele. “Sedit is your uncle.”
“Phew! I smell Sedit,” cried all the second ten.
Kele could hardly keep his sons from taking Sedit. After they had eaten they grew more excited. “Where is Sedit?” cried they. “Let us find Sedit!”
At last they found Sedit, dragged him out, played ball with him, threw him around the whole night from one side of the great house to the other. Kele could do nothing, could not stop them. He went and lay down. About sunrise Sedit screamed. He was almost dead. Kele’s ten rough sons were covered with deer blood and shouted all night. The smooth ten sat still, could do nothing against the rough ten.
About sunrise Sedit could hardly breathe. He had a root under his left arm, and as he was hurled across the house it fell into the fire and made a great smoke. The odor was very pleasant. Kele’s sons liked it. They threw Sedit back to where they found him, left him, and began to breathe in the smoke.